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Prince Martin

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Ode to Parents In love's tapestry, they stand so tall, Parents, steadfast, guiding through life's sprawl. Their threads of care, a vibrant, woven hue, Dreams take flight, as hearts ignite anew. With selfless sacrifice, they shape our way, Unheralded devotion, every night and day. Sleepless nights and lullabies so sweet, Their love, a nurturing embrace, a gentle beat. Wisdom's beacon, guiding through maze's deceit, Knowledge and grace bestowed, a lesson complete. Resilience, courage, in us they sow, A fire ignited, helping our spirits grow. Unwavering support, an unwavering hand, Bolsters our resolve, makes us strong, helps us stand. In triumph and defeat, they cheer us through, Belief unwavering, our guiding clue. Hearts brimming with gratitude, we cannot deny, The gift of their love, a treasure to apply. May our lives reflect the depth of their embrace, As we honor their sacrifice with love and grace. ©Prince Martin #poem #Poetry #PARENTS #Love #Poet

Ode to Parents In love's tapestry, they stand so tall, Parents, steadfast, guiding through life's sprawl. Their threads of care, a vibrant, woven hue, Dreams take flight, as hearts ignite anew. With selfless sacrifice, they shape our way, Unheralded devotion, every night and day. Sleepless nights and lullabies so sweet, Their love, a nurturing embrace, a gentle beat. Wisdom's beacon, guiding through maze's deceit, Knowledge and grace bestowed, a lesson complete. Resilience, courage, in us they sow, A fire ignited, helping our spirits grow. Unwavering support, an unwavering hand, Bolsters our resolve, makes us strong, helps us stand. In triumph and defeat, they cheer us through, Belief unwavering, our guiding clue. Hearts brimming with gratitude, we cannot deny, The gift of their love, a treasure to apply. May our lives reflect the depth of their embrace, As we honor their sacrifice with love and grace. ©Prince Martin #poem #Poetry #PARENTS #Love #Poet

Rishi Ranjan

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White किसी अज्ञात रचनाकार ने क्या खूब लिखा है - हे राम दुबारा मत आना अब यहाँ लखन हनुमान नही।। सौ करोड़ इन मुर्दों में अब बची किसी में जान नहीं।। भाईचारे के चक्कर में, बहनों कि इज्जत का भान नहीं।। इतिहास थक गया रो-रोकर, अब भगवा का अभिमान नहीं।। याद इन्हें बस अकबर है, उस राणा का बलिदान नही।। हल्दीघाटी सुनसान हुई, अब चेतक का तूफान नही।। हिन्दू भी होने लगे दफन, अब जलने को शमसान नहीं।। विदेशी धरम ही सबकुछ है, सनातन का सम्मान नही।। हिन्दू बँट गया जातियों में, अब होगा यूँ कल्याण नहीं।। सुअरों और भेड़ियों की, आबादी का अनुमान नहीं।। खतरे में हैं सिंह सावक, इसका उनको कुछ ध्यान नहीं।। चहुँ ओर सनातन लज्जित है, कुछ मिलता है परिणाम नहीं।। वीर शिवा की कूटनीति, और राणा का अभिमान नही।। जो चुना दिया दीवारों में, गुरु पुत्रों का सम्मान नही।। हे राम दुबारा मत आना, अब यहाँ लखन हनुमान नही।। ©Rishi Ranjan #sad_shayari #Poet l #poem

White किसी अज्ञात रचनाकार ने क्या खूब लिखा है - हे राम दुबारा मत आना अब यहाँ लखन हनुमान नही।। सौ करोड़ इन मुर्दों में अब बची किसी में जान नहीं।। भाईचारे के चक्कर में, बहनों कि इज्जत का भान नहीं।। इतिहास थक गया रो-रोकर, अब भगवा का अभिमान नहीं।। याद इन्हें बस अकबर है, उस राणा का बलिदान नही।। हल्दीघाटी सुनसान हुई, अब चेतक का तूफान नही।। हिन्दू भी होने लगे दफन, अब जलने को शमसान नहीं।। विदेशी धरम ही सबकुछ है, सनातन का सम्मान नही।। हिन्दू बँट गया जातियों में, अब होगा यूँ कल्याण नहीं।। सुअरों और भेड़ियों की, आबादी का अनुमान नहीं।। खतरे में हैं सिंह सावक, इसका उनको कुछ ध्यान नहीं।। चहुँ ओर सनातन लज्जित है, कुछ मिलता है परिणाम नहीं।। वीर शिवा की कूटनीति, और राणा का अभिमान नही।। जो चुना दिया दीवारों में, गुरु पुत्रों का सम्मान नही।। हे राम दुबारा मत आना, अब यहाँ लखन हनुमान नही।। ©Rishi Ranjan #sad_shayari #Poet l #poem

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

Santosh Jangam

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"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

Santosh Jangam

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"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

Anagha Ukaskar

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White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar #good_night #poem #Poetry #English #Poet

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar #good_night #poem #Poetry #English #Poet

साहित्य संजीवनी

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White शत्रु से मैं खुद निबटना जानता हूँ, मित्र से पर देव! तुम रक्षा करो। -रामधारी सिंह दिनकर ©साहित्य संजीवनी #Hope #Poetry #poem #Poet

White शत्रु से मैं खुद निबटना जानता हूँ, मित्र से पर देव! तुम रक्षा करो। -रामधारी सिंह दिनकर ©साहित्य संजीवनी #Hope #Poetry #poem #Poet