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White A LOOK AT LIFE-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Oh God! let me have a pair of wings to fly down the past, where I could not live but cherished all along. Let me have a pair of eyes to look and appreciate, all that is beautiful and romantic, the smile of a child to the scenic beauty of the earth, the bewitching looks of a girl in her teens to the dainty cheeks of a newlywed. Let me have a heart to feel and reciprocate love in all its colours, beauty in all its forms, that I sadly missed over the years Let me have a mind, that never roams and hangs on to the object of love, so fulfilling and beautiful in this world of glamours copyright@smruti ranjan 6.6.2015 All rights reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #flowers A LOOK AT LIFE-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Oh God! let me have a pair of wings to fly down the past, where I could not live b

White A LOOK AT LIFE-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Oh God! let me have a pair of wings to fly down the past, where I could not live but cherished all along. Let me have a pair of eyes to look and appreciate, all that is beautiful and romantic, the smile of a child to the scenic beauty of the earth, the bewitching looks of a girl in her teens to the dainty cheeks of a newlywed. Let me have a heart to feel and reciprocate love in all its colours, beauty in all its forms, that I sadly missed over the years Let me have a mind, that never roams and hangs on to the object of love, so fulfilling and beautiful in this world of glamours copyright@smruti ranjan 6.6.2015 All rights reserved ©Smruti Ranjan Mohanty #flowers A LOOK AT LIFE-5 BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY Oh God! let me have a pair of wings to fly down the past, where I could not live b

Santosh Jangam

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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

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"Swing of Dreams" Heart swings on dreams, a monsoon's delight, Yearning for you, my love, burns ever bright. Through raven tresses, a path I will trace, Kiss your moonlit face, a gentle embrace. Like a chataka, for the evening I yearn, A bee to your bloom, a love that will burn. Calm the heart's lake, let emotions subside, In your love's embrace, forever reside. Lost in your eyes, the world fades from sight, Will we meet again, in the coming twilight? Shadows may lengthen, birds seek their nest, But in your presence, my soul finds its rest. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem focuses on expressing the intense emotions of longing and attachment due to love. The imagery and metaphors create a vivid pi

"Swing of Dreams" Heart swings on dreams, a monsoon's delight, Yearning for you, my love, burns ever bright. Through raven tresses, a path I will trace, Kiss your moonlit face, a gentle embrace. Like a chataka, for the evening I yearn, A bee to your bloom, a love that will burn. Calm the heart's lake, let emotions subside, In your love's embrace, forever reside. Lost in your eyes, the world fades from sight, Will we meet again, in the coming twilight? Shadows may lengthen, birds seek their nest, But in your presence, my soul finds its rest. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem focuses on expressing the intense emotions of longing and attachment due to love. The imagery and metaphors create a vivid pi

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"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

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"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

Mohan raj

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White शांति की अनुभूति तब होती है जब आप आत्मा की पुकार सुनते हैं और खुद पर ध्यान देते हैं, खुद से प्यार करते हैं और अपने जीवन का आनंद लेते हैं। The feeling of peace comes when you listen to the call of the soul and pay attention to yourself, love yourself and enjoy your life. Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons The feeling of peace comes when you listen to the call of the soul and pay attention to yourself, love yourself and enjoy your

White शांति की अनुभूति तब होती है जब आप आत्मा की पुकार सुनते हैं और खुद पर ध्यान देते हैं, खुद से प्यार करते हैं और अपने जीवन का आनंद लेते हैं। The feeling of peace comes when you listen to the call of the soul and pay attention to yourself, love yourself and enjoy your life. Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons The feeling of peace comes when you listen to the call of the soul and pay attention to yourself, love yourself and enjoy your

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By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person

By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا By relating and talking to the wrong person, people start to think bad about the character of a good person

Santosh Jangam

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"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the

"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the

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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.