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Srinivas

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After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper. ©Srinivas After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper.

After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper. ©Srinivas After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper.

Arunabh Bordoloi

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Really a masterpiece how an efficient educational system was prevalent in ancient Bharat ©Arunabh Bordoloi Revisting our rich educational system of ancient Bharat... everyone should know about the Vedic way of teaching. which is integral to our

Really a masterpiece how an efficient educational system was prevalent in ancient Bharat ©Arunabh Bordoloi Revisting our rich educational system of ancient Bharat... everyone should know about the Vedic way of teaching. which is integral to our

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

Manjeet Kumar

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Beautiful Moon Night अज्ञान ही सारी विषमताओ की जड़ में है अज्ञान न पूजा न व्रत न चढ़ावों से सा समाप्त होती है अज्ञान केवल ध्यान से दूर किया जा सकता है ©Manjeet Kumar #unknown #unknowledage #roots #meditation

Beautiful Moon Night अज्ञान ही सारी विषमताओ की जड़ में है अज्ञान न पूजा न व्रत न चढ़ावों से सा समाप्त होती है अज्ञान केवल ध्यान से दूर किया जा सकता है ©Manjeet Kumar #unknown #unknowledage #roots #meditation