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Abhishek Jha

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The Nightingale of India has gone, For a new journey all alone, The mellifluent voice and the melody, That simplicity and this tragedy, For the first time silence will echo, This world will now know, That how the emptiness sound, In the space and on the ground ©Abhishek Jha The Nightingale of India #LataMangeshkar

The Nightingale of India has gone, For a new journey all alone, The mellifluent voice and the melody, That simplicity and this tragedy, For the first time silence will echo, This world will now know, That how the emptiness sound, In the space and on the ground ©Abhishek Jha The Nightingale of India #LataMangeshkar

Chakradhar Lochan Sairoop

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Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love. Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life; Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family, His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline. Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded. Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity. Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection, A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love. Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life; Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family, His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline. Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded. Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity. Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection, A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

Avelino De Sousa

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Give words of appreciation and respect to yourself, because you've survived days you thought you couldn't. Words of appreciation to you… #avelinoquotes #appreciation

Give words of appreciation and respect to yourself, because you've survived days you thought you couldn't. Words of appreciation to you… #avelinoquotes #appreciation

Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet

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Ode to the upcoming spring ---------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder Only you come with some flowers awesome and a smile on your face keeping pace with the preface to the upcoming spring- and be a cuckoo singing or a bunch of witch-hazels clinging to my wretched life- then I will be alive through all obstacles very vive! ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #Ode to the upcoming spring

Ode to the upcoming spring ---------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder Only you come with some flowers awesome and a smile on your face keeping pace with the preface to the upcoming spring- and be a cuckoo singing or a bunch of witch-hazels clinging to my wretched life- then I will be alive through all obstacles very vive! ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #Ode to the upcoming spring

Merlin

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O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, Tho,from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. ©Merlin Ode to the west wind #coleridge

O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, Tho,from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. ©Merlin Ode to the west wind #coleridge

Schizology

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Ode An ode to all I've loved A special place in my heart Has been reserved for them Each with their own unique part An ode to them all My memories serve me good Thoughts preserved until death I would never forget if I could An ode to reminisce Thinking back smiling for all They all made me feel nice Warmth fills me up as I recall ©Schizology Ode #Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Ode An ode to all I've loved A special place in my heart Has been reserved for them Each with their own unique part An ode to them all My memories serve me good Thoughts preserved until death I would never forget if I could An ode to reminisce Thinking back smiling for all They all made me feel nice Warmth fills me up as I recall ©Schizology Ode #Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Shiraj Naidu

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THR AUTHOR OF MY LIFE Robert's Woods are a charm, Unravels me from life's pause. Henry's last leaf that tangled my mind, Brooks my fulvous gloomy cause. William's Daffodils dwindles to hundreds, Aghast thou art, listening the reaper! Shakespeare's Romeo keeps me on nerves. The school of thought weakens me not, I am a poor player. The adept Tagore keeps me from fear. The young Keats gives my Canvas a tetrad paint. I give Christina her roses today, My hero awaits me on the silent land. Ode to the hero of my life #happyfathersday #dad #robertfrost #ohenry #williamshakespeare

THR AUTHOR OF MY LIFE Robert's Woods are a charm, Unravels me from life's pause. Henry's last leaf that tangled my mind, Brooks my fulvous gloomy cause. William's Daffodils dwindles to hundreds, Aghast thou art, listening the reaper! Shakespeare's Romeo keeps me on nerves. The school of thought weakens me not, I am a poor player. The adept Tagore keeps me from fear. The young Keats gives my Canvas a tetrad paint. I give Christina her roses today, My hero awaits me on the silent land. Ode to the hero of my life #happyfathersday #dad #robertfrost #ohenry #williamshakespeare

Seagrette Omi Ngaihlian

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Ode to December Once again the month of memories - of joy and pain has come.Where laughter and agony walked hand in hand,side by side...where dreadful tales become friends of the day, where nostalgia seeps deep down your core; where a number of events hold a part of daily life.Some lucky enough to enjoy the festivities together with loved ones, while some stuck in their cocoons,longing for the desires of their cold hearts which could never be warmed up again.Let's remember the bygone days no more and leave them all behind.Let's not forget the good old memories no doubt; and come out of our shells with youthful exuberance to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. I hope December you'd be kind and fair to me; at least this time. #Ode to December.

Ode to December Once again the month of memories - of joy and pain has come.Where laughter and agony walked hand in hand,side by side...where dreadful tales become friends of the day, where nostalgia seeps deep down your core; where a number of events hold a part of daily life.Some lucky enough to enjoy the festivities together with loved ones, while some stuck in their cocoons,longing for the desires of their cold hearts which could never be warmed up again.Let's remember the bygone days no more and leave them all behind.Let's not forget the good old memories no doubt; and come out of our shells with youthful exuberance to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. I hope December you'd be kind and fair to me; at least this time. #Ode to December.