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A late victory is still a victory; the hands of the clock don't hold the final say. ©Srinivas A late victory is still a victory; the hands of the clock don't hold the final say.

A late victory is still a victory; the hands of the clock don't hold the final say. ©Srinivas A late victory is still a victory; the hands of the clock don't hold the final say.

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White Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last. ©Srinivas #alone_quotes Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last.

White Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last. ©Srinivas #alone_quotes Don't let the shadow of waiting darken your path; step into the light of action, and make your journey last.

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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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White Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ©priya... deswal From the diary of a CEO❤.

White Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ©priya... deswal From the diary of a CEO❤.

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"Shiv Kankana : Drama" Amidst fragrant airs, flags unfurled, Gajanan's sight, drama swirls. In "Shiv Kankana," valor's tale, Hearts ignite, love prevails. Shivaji's saga, Chandanagad's lore, Raiba and Manjula, love's encore. In battle's clamor, sovereignty's call, Drums beat, banners fall. Traitors quiver, sovereignty's might, Vanish in the sovereign's light. Khan's deceit, Mughal's snare, Shivaji's message, Raiba's aware. In battle's heat, Raiba stands tall, Defending righteousness, through it all. Bullets faced, with a smile, Victory's path, all the while. Through Manjula, Shivaji's word, Raiba's flag, in triumph stirred. Sacrifice's tale, in Maharashtra's fold, Raiba's legacy, forever bold. Inspiring valor, freedom's quest, Raiba's spirit, eternally blessed. In history's tome, Raiba's name, "Shiv Kankana," love's flame. In Maharashtra's heart, it shall reign, "Shiv Kankana," valor's refrain. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The Poem "Shiv Kankana" is about the enduring values of courage, sacrifice, and patriotism, as exemplified by the characters like Chha

"Shiv Kankana : Drama" Amidst fragrant airs, flags unfurled, Gajanan's sight, drama swirls. In "Shiv Kankana," valor's tale, Hearts ignite, love prevails. Shivaji's saga, Chandanagad's lore, Raiba and Manjula, love's encore. In battle's clamor, sovereignty's call, Drums beat, banners fall. Traitors quiver, sovereignty's might, Vanish in the sovereign's light. Khan's deceit, Mughal's snare, Shivaji's message, Raiba's aware. In battle's heat, Raiba stands tall, Defending righteousness, through it all. Bullets faced, with a smile, Victory's path, all the while. Through Manjula, Shivaji's word, Raiba's flag, in triumph stirred. Sacrifice's tale, in Maharashtra's fold, Raiba's legacy, forever bold. Inspiring valor, freedom's quest, Raiba's spirit, eternally blessed. In history's tome, Raiba's name, "Shiv Kankana," love's flame. In Maharashtra's heart, it shall reign, "Shiv Kankana," valor's refrain. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The Poem "Shiv Kankana" is about the enduring values of courage, sacrifice, and patriotism, as exemplified by the characters like Chha

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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.

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कर अपने-आपको इस वतन के हवाले, अपने परिवार को दूर छोड़कर चला आया।॥। माँ को दिए उस वचन को निभाने आया, पिता के लिए इस तिरंगे की शान बने आया!॥ मैं आज आपकों इस वतन के खातिर कुर्बानि करने को आया, अपने मात्रभूमि कि रक्षा के लिए मैं एक ओर जवान बनकर आया।। ©I_surbhiladha #IndianArmy #Soldier #Armylover #ilovesoldier #patriotism #isurbhiladha #VandeMatram

कर अपने-आपको इस वतन के हवाले, अपने परिवार को दूर छोड़कर चला आया।॥। माँ को दिए उस वचन को निभाने आया, पिता के लिए इस तिरंगे की शान बने आया!॥ मैं आज आपकों इस वतन के खातिर कुर्बानि करने को आया, अपने मात्रभूमि कि रक्षा के लिए मैं एक ओर जवान बनकर आया।। ©I_surbhiladha #IndianArmy #Soldier #Armylover #ilovesoldier #patriotism #isurbhiladha #VandeMatram

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White NOWADAYS RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT LAST LONG, LOVE IS A KIND OF ATTRACTION.... ©person #COUPLE NOWADAYS RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT LAST LONG, LOVE IS A KIND OF ATTRACTION. 1000% TRUE WORDS

White NOWADAYS RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT LAST LONG, LOVE IS A KIND OF ATTRACTION.... ©person #COUPLE NOWADAYS RELATIONSHIPS DO NOT LAST LONG, LOVE IS A KIND OF ATTRACTION. 1000% TRUE WORDS

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Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of success. ©Srinivas #progress Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of succe

Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of success. ©Srinivas #progress Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of succe

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As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove

As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon The last night of my joy #mylove