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Santosh Jangam

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"Eternal Companion" In whispers soft, I long to speak, In silent depths, my heart to seek. Your love's moonlight, a radiant gleam, In its embrace, I find my dream. In every little thing you do, Joy's tender touch, I seek anew. In mirror's gaze, your image bright, Hand in hand, through misty night. In memories' shade, my dreams take flight, Your constant presence, my guiding light. Forever by your side to stay, My love's companion, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the longing for companionship and unwavering devotion in love. It finds beauty in every aspect of a loved one's pr

"Eternal Companion" In whispers soft, I long to speak, In silent depths, my heart to seek. Your love's moonlight, a radiant gleam, In its embrace, I find my dream. In every little thing you do, Joy's tender touch, I seek anew. In mirror's gaze, your image bright, Hand in hand, through misty night. In memories' shade, my dreams take flight, Your constant presence, my guiding light. Forever by your side to stay, My love's companion, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the longing for companionship and unwavering devotion in love. It finds beauty in every aspect of a loved one's pr

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"Grandmother: A Beacon of Life" Grandmother, a beacon bright, Tales of old, new delight. Nose ring dazzling, grand tilaka, Amber hair, gajra adorned. Love like nectar, joy assured, In her embrace, warmth secured. Culinary artist, dishes grand, Delectable treats by her hand. Hide-and-seek, joy and care, Her warm hug dispels despair. Equal love, deep and true, Cultural treasures, wisdom too. Endless stories, spirit high, Aching back, reaching sky. In grandchildren, delight found, Heartwarming treats all around. Childhood glee, love imparted, Her wish, life well-charted. Grandma's love, a shining light, Blessing us, lifting life. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandmother and her grandchildren. It highlights her love, care, and guidance, making h

"Grandmother: A Beacon of Life" Grandmother, a beacon bright, Tales of old, new delight. Nose ring dazzling, grand tilaka, Amber hair, gajra adorned. Love like nectar, joy assured, In her embrace, warmth secured. Culinary artist, dishes grand, Delectable treats by her hand. Hide-and-seek, joy and care, Her warm hug dispels despair. Equal love, deep and true, Cultural treasures, wisdom too. Endless stories, spirit high, Aching back, reaching sky. In grandchildren, delight found, Heartwarming treats all around. Childhood glee, love imparted, Her wish, life well-charted. Grandma's love, a shining light, Blessing us, lifting life. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandmother and her grandchildren. It highlights her love, care, and guidance, making h

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"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

Rameshkumar Mehra Mehra

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White when a man truly love💕 a woman she become....! his weekness when a womans truly......!! love a man he become her strength....!!! this is called exchange...!!! of power... ©Rameshkumar Mehra Mehra # when a man truly love💕 a woman she become,his weekness,when a woman's truly,love a man he become her strength,this is called exchange,of p

White when a man truly love💕 a woman she become....! his weekness when a womans truly......!! love a man he become her strength....!!! this is called exchange...!!! of power... ©Rameshkumar Mehra Mehra # when a man truly love💕 a woman she become,his weekness,when a woman's truly,love a man he become her strength,this is called exchange,of p

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"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

Anagha Ukaskar

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White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

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I won't touch flowers today Because apparently they wither. I won't go near anyone, I won't touch that peacock feather. I won't walk around the garden, I won't play in water. And just staying still will hurt, Even that joyful laughter. The space that I needed Any other day... It is as if I've been abandoned, I didn't want it this way. And I hate how I said "I won't" Not that "I can't" because It wasn't taught, but slowly poisoned And it's stuck in my heart. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Red #period #periods #girl #Woman #poem #Poetry #Poet

I won't touch flowers today Because apparently they wither. I won't go near anyone, I won't touch that peacock feather. I won't walk around the garden, I won't play in water. And just staying still will hurt, Even that joyful laughter. The space that I needed Any other day... It is as if I've been abandoned, I didn't want it this way. And I hate how I said "I won't" Not that "I can't" because It wasn't taught, but slowly poisoned And it's stuck in my heart. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Red #period #periods #girl #Woman #poem #Poetry #Poet

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There is a different kind of sweetness in love... ©theunnamedpoet99 There is a different kind of sweetness in love... #sugarcandy

There is a different kind of sweetness in love... ©theunnamedpoet99 There is a different kind of sweetness in love... #sugarcandy