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।।मेरी स्कूल यूनिफ़ार्म । आज भी याद है मुझे मेरी वो यूनिफ़ार्म, वो मेरा बडा सा स्कूल, वो हस्ता खेलता बचपन, ना कोई फिकर ना ही कोई डर, स्कूल का वो अनुशासन, वो मैडम की ड़ाट-मार, सचमुच स्कूल यूनिफॉर्म, एक अनुशासन से भरा जीवन बताती। जिसे सँजो के रखते थे। स्याही का दाग लग जाये तो रोने लगते थे। याद आती है आज भी स्कूल यूनिफॉर्म की।। ।।हरनीत कौर।। ©Harneet #school days #kids #uniforms #nojotohindi

।।मेरी स्कूल यूनिफ़ार्म । आज भी याद है मुझे मेरी वो यूनिफ़ार्म, वो मेरा बडा सा स्कूल, वो हस्ता खेलता बचपन, ना कोई फिकर ना ही कोई डर, स्कूल का वो अनुशासन, वो मैडम की ड़ाट-मार, सचमुच स्कूल यूनिफॉर्म, एक अनुशासन से भरा जीवन बताती। जिसे सँजो के रखते थे। स्याही का दाग लग जाये तो रोने लगते थे। याद आती है आज भी स्कूल यूनिफॉर्म की।। ।।हरनीत कौर।। ©Harneet #school days #kids #uniforms #nojotohindi

विराज (Vj)

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Broken heart इस कदर मुँह न फेरो मुझसे के एक अरसे तक मेरी आँखों में तुमने जुल्फों को सवारा है। iss Kadar muh na fero muj sye ki ek arsey tak meri ankho main tum nye julfo ko swara hai..

Broken heart इस कदर मुँह न फेरो मुझसे के एक अरसे तक मेरी आँखों में तुमने जुल्फों को सवारा है। iss Kadar muh na fero muj sye ki ek arsey tak meri ankho main tum nye julfo ko swara hai..

Rajan Pal

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Barso baad Zindagi Mujhe ek Naye mod pe laai hai , Arsey bad, Dil ke chaukhat par, Ek haseena aai hai , Yu to smjhdaro se hi , Mai milta raha umr bhar , Magar Nadan ko Khudki nadanioo se apna bnaai hai. Arsey bad, dil ke chaukhat par Ek haseena aai hai . #Rajan #Storyteller #poet #NadanKeAlfaaz Barso baad Zindagi Mujhe ek Naye mod pe laai hai , Arsey bad, Dil ke chaukhat par, Ek haseena aai hai , Yu to smjhdaro se hi , Mai milt

Barso baad Zindagi Mujhe ek Naye mod pe laai hai , Arsey bad, Dil ke chaukhat par, Ek haseena aai hai , Yu to smjhdaro se hi , Mai milta raha umr bhar , Magar Nadan ko Khudki nadanioo se apna bnaai hai. Arsey bad, dil ke chaukhat par Ek haseena aai hai . #Rajan #Storyteller #poet #NadanKeAlfaaz Barso baad Zindagi Mujhe ek Naye mod pe laai hai , Arsey bad, Dil ke chaukhat par, Ek haseena aai hai , Yu to smjhdaro se hi , Mai milt

Sahaj Sabharwal

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UNIFORM IS VARYING We all know that wearing a uniform means wearing a dress which makes everyone look equal as it's name indicates. But nowadays, uniforms are also divided into different categories based on qualities, quantities, ways of wearing and usage of avoidable boastful things along with uniform. Many of us might have noticed that those who buy/wear new uniforms every moment, tries to look superior to those wearing older one, even in uniforms. These divisions are the reasons behind inequality, dishonouring uniform. UNIFORM IS VARYING We all know that wearing a uniform means wearing a dress which makes everyone look equal as it's name indicates. But nowa

UNIFORM IS VARYING We all know that wearing a uniform means wearing a dress which makes everyone look equal as it's name indicates. But nowadays, uniforms are also divided into different categories based on qualities, quantities, ways of wearing and usage of avoidable boastful things along with uniform. Many of us might have noticed that those who buy/wear new uniforms every moment, tries to look superior to those wearing older one, even in uniforms. These divisions are the reasons behind inequality, dishonouring uniform. UNIFORM IS VARYING We all know that wearing a uniform means wearing a dress which makes everyone look equal as it's name indicates. But nowa

Mon🎼oon Nayak🥀

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"What exactly was the difference? And who decided which people wore the stripped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms" - The boy in the stripped pajamas A book that made me ugly cry and angry at the same time💔🥺🖤 "Stripped pajamas were worn by Jews and uniforms by nazi soldiers* Book- The boy

"What exactly was the difference? And who decided which people wore the stripped pajamas and which people wore the uniforms" - The boy in the stripped pajamas A book that made me ugly cry and angry at the same time💔🥺🖤 "Stripped pajamas were worn by Jews and uniforms by nazi soldiers* Book- The boy

Suranya

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COLOUR OF LOVE The rising and setting Sun, Painting the Sea bright Red. Strings of attachment, Painting Soulmates Crimson. Above all, is the Scarlet Of the Martyrs' blood, That bleeds for his Nation. They say the colour red is associated with love. The love of the nature, that of the red strings that connect soulmates and the greatest lov

COLOUR OF LOVE The rising and setting Sun, Painting the Sea bright Red. Strings of attachment, Painting Soulmates Crimson. Above all, is the Scarlet Of the Martyrs' blood, That bleeds for his Nation. They say the colour red is associated with love. The love of the nature, that of the red strings that connect soulmates and the greatest lov

Anant Gupta

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Natural Morning Kisi ki yaad bhi ab aati nahi Dil naav ka koi maajhi nahi Tum main aur yeh tanhaayi Dil mein ab jagah baaki nahi Mujhe Pata hai Woh baat Jo baat tum ne baatyi nahi Mai roya ki jab sab hansey Kyun mujh ko hansi aayi nahi Zehar ko zehar kaat ta hai Dard do dawa yaani nahi Zinda hun main ek arsey se Aur toh koi pareshaani nahi kyun mila tujhe hi deewana Aur mili mujhe deewani nahi Hamari jo kahani hai woh Afsos ki Woh hamari nahi Tere bina meri yeh zindagi Guzar gayi bas guzaari nahi Adab ko hai yeh mushkil ki Sab jaun hain koi jaani nahi Kuch toh lihaaj karo ANANT Zehar hai Mai-o-paani nahi Kisi ki yaad bhi ab aati nahi Dil naav ka koi maajhi nahi Tum main aur yeh tanhaayi Dil mein ab jagah baaki nahi Main ek misra hun maano

Natural Morning Kisi ki yaad bhi ab aati nahi Dil naav ka koi maajhi nahi Tum main aur yeh tanhaayi Dil mein ab jagah baaki nahi Mujhe Pata hai Woh baat Jo baat tum ne baatyi nahi Mai roya ki jab sab hansey Kyun mujh ko hansi aayi nahi Zehar ko zehar kaat ta hai Dard do dawa yaani nahi Zinda hun main ek arsey se Aur toh koi pareshaani nahi kyun mila tujhe hi deewana Aur mili mujhe deewani nahi Hamari jo kahani hai woh Afsos ki Woh hamari nahi Tere bina meri yeh zindagi Guzar gayi bas guzaari nahi Adab ko hai yeh mushkil ki Sab jaun hain koi jaani nahi Kuch toh lihaaj karo ANANT Zehar hai Mai-o-paani nahi Kisi ki yaad bhi ab aati nahi Dil naav ka koi maajhi nahi Tum main aur yeh tanhaayi Dil mein ab jagah baaki nahi Main ek misra hun maano

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fidgety fidgety flip flip pouncing around like a frog food on mouth but hand on phone alone maybe but what a joke don't talk bro else you will choke gulping coke, heart is broke hope dimming and nearing stroke woke up late and leant on smoke grown up body, mind is dope coat on floor, last night went mope 'nope' she said, he was sent home chrome he opened, went for porn gnome nightmares like days of dorm norm back then, bullied by storms uniforms torn by boys who belonged this boy didn't have to been wronged he longed for peace for nice and long strongly acted but he was gone in dorm itself, one depressed song now he's only distorted clone little trippy, a little sick fidgety fidgety flip flip For a better read: fidgety fidgety flip flip pouncing around like a frog food on mouth but hand on phone alone maybe but what a joke don't

fidgety fidgety flip flip pouncing around like a frog food on mouth but hand on phone alone maybe but what a joke don't talk bro else you will choke gulping coke, heart is broke hope dimming and nearing stroke woke up late and leant on smoke grown up body, mind is dope coat on floor, last night went mope 'nope' she said, he was sent home chrome he opened, went for porn gnome nightmares like days of dorm norm back then, bullied by storms uniforms torn by boys who belonged this boy didn't have to been wronged he longed for peace for nice and long strongly acted but he was gone in dorm itself, one depressed song now he's only distorted clone little trippy, a little sick fidgety fidgety flip flip For a better read: fidgety fidgety flip flip pouncing around like a frog food on mouth but hand on phone alone maybe but what a joke don't

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June is showering of blessings With cool alluring breeze touching the soul. Everybody drenching in the gold of rain with smiley faces, Kids dancing, playing and flying like a butterfly each moment. June; month of school opening, as I child I'm fascinated by Those charming uniforms, Colourful bags like flowers In the garden, which are nourished By divine teachers with Playful and learning guidance. June radiating the aroma of moist soil Which is loved by everyone. But I love the aroma of new books Which is downpoured by Drops of acknowledgement In latter days, nourishing and developing the sapling Of an ambitious student for Bright blooming future. But for me all these blessings Of June remains a dream! Just an orphaned child Wandering in the streets Just for food and water To live. For better reading:- June is showering of blessings With cool alluring breeze touching the soul. Everybody drenching in the Gold of rain w

June is showering of blessings With cool alluring breeze touching the soul. Everybody drenching in the gold of rain with smiley faces, Kids dancing, playing and flying like a butterfly each moment. June; month of school opening, as I child I'm fascinated by Those charming uniforms, Colourful bags like flowers In the garden, which are nourished By divine teachers with Playful and learning guidance. June radiating the aroma of moist soil Which is loved by everyone. But I love the aroma of new books Which is downpoured by Drops of acknowledgement In latter days, nourishing and developing the sapling Of an ambitious student for Bright blooming future. But for me all these blessings Of June remains a dream! Just an orphaned child Wandering in the streets Just for food and water To live. For better reading:- June is showering of blessings With cool alluring breeze touching the soul. Everybody drenching in the Gold of rain w

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//A letter to the streets that took me to my school To the streets that took me to my school, When this letter will find you, wonder will probably strike you hard on forehead. If not for COVI

//A letter to the streets that took me to my school To the streets that took me to my school, When this letter will find you, wonder will probably strike you hard on forehead. If not for COVI