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Santosh Jangam

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"Mother's Embrace" "In the embrace of mother's love divine, In your joy, once more, I find mine. Through dreamy eyes, I see you near, In the garden of my mind, verdant and clear. Flying high on love's gentle breeze, Like a kite, I soar, heart at ease. In moonlit nights, adorned with grace, I walk the path of love, finding solace. Your eyes, a beacon in my darkest night, In love's ocean, I swim, seeking light. Entwined by heartstrings, wounds I heal, With your touch, laughter I feel. Birth's purpose fulfilled in love's sweet embrace, Eternity found in your loving grace. Your name echoes in the depths of my soul, Chanting love's mantra, making me whole. In separation's flames, I seek your embrace, Beneath love's tree, finding peace and grace. Never distant, though physically apart, In memories of you, I reside in heart. Through lifetimes, your love I pursue, In this world and beyond, our love renew. Forgetting all else, in your love I dwell, In this life, in your love, may my heart find its spell." ©Santosh Jangam #motherlove The moral of "Mother's Embrace" is the enduring strength and comfort found in a mother's love.

"Mother's Embrace" "In the embrace of mother's love divine, In your joy, once more, I find mine. Through dreamy eyes, I see you near, In the garden of my mind, verdant and clear. Flying high on love's gentle breeze, Like a kite, I soar, heart at ease. In moonlit nights, adorned with grace, I walk the path of love, finding solace. Your eyes, a beacon in my darkest night, In love's ocean, I swim, seeking light. Entwined by heartstrings, wounds I heal, With your touch, laughter I feel. Birth's purpose fulfilled in love's sweet embrace, Eternity found in your loving grace. Your name echoes in the depths of my soul, Chanting love's mantra, making me whole. In separation's flames, I seek your embrace, Beneath love's tree, finding peace and grace. Never distant, though physically apart, In memories of you, I reside in heart. Through lifetimes, your love I pursue, In this world and beyond, our love renew. Forgetting all else, in your love I dwell, In this life, in your love, may my heart find its spell." ©Santosh Jangam #motherlove The moral of "Mother's Embrace" is the enduring strength and comfort found in a mother's love.

Srinivas

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The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning. ©Srinivas #Mind #Canvas The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning.

The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning. ©Srinivas #Mind #Canvas The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning.

Dr Imran Hassan Barbhuiya

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........ ©Dr Imran Hassan Barbhuiya Do you think I resemble Dr B.R Ambedkar? Law and order are the medicine of the body politic, where there is disease, society requires to ta

........ ©Dr Imran Hassan Barbhuiya Do you think I resemble Dr B.R Ambedkar? Law and order are the medicine of the body politic, where there is disease, society requires to ta

HintsOfHeart.

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"क्या ग़ज़ब है कि इस ज़माने में एक भी साहब-ए-सुरूर नहीं" ( अल्लामा इक़बाल ) How strange that in the present time No one owns the joy sublime ! ©HintsOfHeart. #We are living in a shallow and unhappy world !

"क्या ग़ज़ब है कि इस ज़माने में एक भी साहब-ए-सुरूर नहीं" ( अल्लामा इक़बाल ) How strange that in the present time No one owns the joy sublime ! ©HintsOfHeart. #We are living in a shallow and unhappy world !

Lakshmi Menon

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As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove

As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove

Om Bikash Nayak

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Village Life weak act strong to fool others strong acts weak to use others ©Om Bikash Nayak #Quote reality of society

Village Life weak act strong to fool others strong acts weak to use others ©Om Bikash Nayak #Quote reality of society