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Sai Angel Shaayari

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White I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

White I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

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I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

Santosh Jangam

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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

Sudhir Sky

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White इतनी हसीन हैं वो, न गहने न श्रृंगार, हंसती है तो खुशबू बिखरतीहै मासूमियत से हैरान करती प्यारी सी, मेरी सी थोड़ी सी जिद्दी सी ©Sudhir Sky #A beauty

White इतनी हसीन हैं वो, न गहने न श्रृंगार, हंसती है तो खुशबू बिखरतीहै मासूमियत से हैरान करती प्यारी सी, मेरी सी थोड़ी सी जिद्दी सी ©Sudhir Sky #A beauty

Santosh Jangam

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"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

Anagha Ukaskar

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White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality