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Kaushik Jazbaat

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White Who are you? I don't know why I always feel a pang in my heart Whenever I see myself in the mirror, there are a few drops of tears in the corners of my eyes which I don't want to let flow even if I want to. I know that if I let them flow, then maybe it will be easier to forget you. ©Kaushik Jazbaat #Moon #Poetry of heart

White Who are you? I don't know why I always feel a pang in my heart Whenever I see myself in the mirror, there are a few drops of tears in the corners of my eyes which I don't want to let flow even if I want to. I know that if I let them flow, then maybe it will be easier to forget you. ©Kaushik Jazbaat #Moon #Poetry of heart

Santosh Jangam

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"Golden Wisdom" In porches they gather, from sight they are sought, By time's river swept, wisdom they've brought. Like jackfruits they stand, their hearts full of gold, Eyes deep as wells, their stories retold. Wrinkles like etchings, skin sun-kissed by time, Clothes worn and faded, their presence sublime. Foreheads with sandalwood, devotion in song, Their tales and their laughter, forever prolong. Memories we cherish, their lessons we trace, Their smiles and their wisdom, a joy to embrace. Life's flame in their eyes, like beacons they shine, Guiding our dreams, their legacy divine. These elders, our teachers, inspiring our ways, With hearts full of reverence, we honor their days. ©Santosh Jangam #poem Cherish and honor the wisdom of the elderly, recognizing their stories and experiences as valuable guides for our own lives.

"Golden Wisdom" In porches they gather, from sight they are sought, By time's river swept, wisdom they've brought. Like jackfruits they stand, their hearts full of gold, Eyes deep as wells, their stories retold. Wrinkles like etchings, skin sun-kissed by time, Clothes worn and faded, their presence sublime. Foreheads with sandalwood, devotion in song, Their tales and their laughter, forever prolong. Memories we cherish, their lessons we trace, Their smiles and their wisdom, a joy to embrace. Life's flame in their eyes, like beacons they shine, Guiding our dreams, their legacy divine. These elders, our teachers, inspiring our ways, With hearts full of reverence, we honor their days. ©Santosh Jangam #poem Cherish and honor the wisdom of the elderly, recognizing their stories and experiences as valuable guides for our own lives.

Santosh Jangam

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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

Sanjay Ojha

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White डूबता चाँद भी वो आवाज़ देता है जिसकी हमें ज़रूरत है और वाकाई हम उस आवाज़ को सुनना चाहते है।। ©Sanjay Ojha The Falling Moon

White डूबता चाँद भी वो आवाज़ देता है जिसकी हमें ज़रूरत है और वाकाई हम उस आवाज़ को सुनना चाहते है।। ©Sanjay Ojha The Falling Moon

Srinivas

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The power of words lies in their reflection through purposeful work. ©Srinivas #Action The power of words lies in their reflection through purposeful work.

The power of words lies in their reflection through purposeful work. ©Srinivas #Action The power of words lies in their reflection through purposeful work.

Beasty

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White Is the moon tired? she looks so pale Within her misty veil. She scales the sky, from east to west And takes no rest. Before the coming of the night The moon shows papery white; Before the dawning of the day She fades away. ©Bristy #Moon The Pale Moon 🌒

White Is the moon tired? she looks so pale Within her misty veil. She scales the sky, from east to west And takes no rest. Before the coming of the night The moon shows papery white; Before the dawning of the day She fades away. ©Bristy #Moon The Pale Moon 🌒

Santosh Jangam

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"Eternal Teacher" In the classroom, laughter rings, She guides with wisdom's wings. Patience vast, love's gentle flow, Her legacy, forever aglow. In her footsteps, we now tread, Honoring the words she said. Her love, a bond that never breaks, In our hearts, her light awakes. With reverence, we carry on, Her teachings, a lifelong song. In her memory, we find our way, Forever grateful, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #poem "Eternal Teacher" is the lasting impact of dedicated educators, emphasizing the importance of their patience, love, and wisdom in gui

"Eternal Teacher" In the classroom, laughter rings, She guides with wisdom's wings. Patience vast, love's gentle flow, Her legacy, forever aglow. In her footsteps, we now tread, Honoring the words she said. Her love, a bond that never breaks, In our hearts, her light awakes. With reverence, we carry on, Her teachings, a lifelong song. In her memory, we find our way, Forever grateful, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #poem "Eternal Teacher" is the lasting impact of dedicated educators, emphasizing the importance of their patience, love, and wisdom in gui