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Unfaithful_j_بےوفا

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No one sees how much you do for them, they only see what you don't do. ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا No one sees how much you do for them, they only see what you don't do.

No one sees how much you do for them, they only see what you don't do. ©Unfaithful_j_بےوفا #unfaithful_j_بےوفا No one sees how much you do for them, they only see what you don't do.

Santosh Jangam

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"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.

"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.

Kiran Chaudhary

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Wo jo do pal the na teri or meri muskan ke beech, bs whi khi ishq ne jagah bna li.. ©Kiran Chaudhary Wo jo do pal the na

Wo jo do pal the na teri or meri muskan ke beech, bs whi khi ishq ne jagah bna li.. ©Kiran Chaudhary Wo jo do pal the na

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White there are a lot of complaints But the reason is the same even today Who should I do and to whom should I do it? ©DILEEP RAJ AHIRWAR #Lake there are a lot of complaints But the reason is the same even today Who should I do and to whom should I do it?

White there are a lot of complaints But the reason is the same even today Who should I do and to whom should I do it? ©DILEEP RAJ AHIRWAR #Lake there are a lot of complaints But the reason is the same even today Who should I do and to whom should I do it?

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Holi is a popular and significant Hindu festival celebrated as the Festival of Colours, Love, and Spring. You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth. ©Dom #Holi A advice on how to sing and dance

Holi is a popular and significant Hindu festival celebrated as the Festival of Colours, Love, and Spring. You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth. ©Dom #Holi A advice on how to sing and dance

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In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. ©Manoj #teatime In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant f

In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you. ©Manoj #teatime In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant f