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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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"Inner Dreams" "In twilight's hush, I softly call, Heart's whispers, yet to forestall. Love's gaze dims the azure skies, Dreams entwine, as stars arise. Reflections sought in mirrors' gleam, Identity found in love's redeem. Fragrant memories, unseen bloom, Night's embrace, in silent room. Your essence lingers, in embrace untold, Yearning echoes, in heart's hold. How to articulate, this void so vast? World's waves crash, in longing's grasp." ©Santosh Jangam #"Inner Dreams" The moral of the ghazal: Love transcends distance and time, sustaining us through longing and solitude.

"Inner Dreams" "In twilight's hush, I softly call, Heart's whispers, yet to forestall. Love's gaze dims the azure skies, Dreams entwine, as stars arise. Reflections sought in mirrors' gleam, Identity found in love's redeem. Fragrant memories, unseen bloom, Night's embrace, in silent room. Your essence lingers, in embrace untold, Yearning echoes, in heart's hold. How to articulate, this void so vast? World's waves crash, in longing's grasp." ©Santosh Jangam #"Inner Dreams" The moral of the ghazal: Love transcends distance and time, sustaining us through longing and solitude.

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"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor

"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor

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Navigating life artfully requires the anchoring of thoughts in solitude and the steering of dialogue in company. ©Srinivas #words #Mind Navigating life artfully requires the anchoring of thoughts in solitude and the steering of dialogue in company.

Navigating life artfully requires the anchoring of thoughts in solitude and the steering of dialogue in company. ©Srinivas #words #Mind Navigating life artfully requires the anchoring of thoughts in solitude and the steering of dialogue in company.