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Chakradhar Lochan Sairoop

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Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love. Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life; Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family, His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline. Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded. Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity. Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection, A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

Personification of Love, yet unaware of how to show Love. Rendered hard by the struggle of life and the hustle for life; Somewhere between correcting us and handling the Family, His love is blurred out while we focus on his discipline. Wanting to give us what's the best; likes and dislikes, both His and ours, get beclouded. Knowing that His love is unseen doesn't make him unhappy Because His happiness is in our success and prosperity. Seen by none while growing up, recognised by all up on retrospection, A Father's Love is nothing less to that of God's. An Ode to the Dad

Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet

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Ode to the upcoming spring ---------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder Only you come with some flowers awesome and a smile on your face keeping pace with the preface to the upcoming spring- and be a cuckoo singing or a bunch of witch-hazels clinging to my wretched life- then I will be alive through all obstacles very vive! ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #Ode to the upcoming spring

Ode to the upcoming spring ---------------------------------------- Shukdeb Mazumder Only you come with some flowers awesome and a smile on your face keeping pace with the preface to the upcoming spring- and be a cuckoo singing or a bunch of witch-hazels clinging to my wretched life- then I will be alive through all obstacles very vive! ©Dr. Shukdeb Mazumder, Poet #Ode to the upcoming spring

Merlin

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O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, Tho,from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. ©Merlin Ode to the west wind #coleridge

O wild west wind, thou breath of autumn's being, Tho,from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. ©Merlin Ode to the west wind #coleridge

Schizology

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Ode An ode to all I've loved A special place in my heart Has been reserved for them Each with their own unique part An ode to them all My memories serve me good Thoughts preserved until death I would never forget if I could An ode to reminisce Thinking back smiling for all They all made me feel nice Warmth fills me up as I recall ©Schizology Ode #Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Ode An ode to all I've loved A special place in my heart Has been reserved for them Each with their own unique part An ode to them all My memories serve me good Thoughts preserved until death I would never forget if I could An ode to reminisce Thinking back smiling for all They all made me feel nice Warmth fills me up as I recall ©Schizology Ode #Ode #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Memories

Ayush Singh (Speeding._Bullet)

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Element : Earth This vessel of ours born out of the earth, Is our responsibility to be molded into shape, As our ode to the cosmos that brought us into existence, Element : Water This soul of ours spilling out of the ocean, Is our divine being to be worshipped, As our duty to follow the conscience that gave us our virtue, Element : Air This mind of ours surfacing out of the dense atmosphere, Is our unstoppable force to be the crown of knowledge, As our helm to guide us to the path of progression and perseverance, Element : Fire This heart of ours carrying the fire of the oldest volcano, Is our beacon of life to give us our limit to live, As our story to write as we try to find the purpose we are supposed to fulfill. ©Ayush Singh (Speeding._Bullet) #earth #water #wind #fire #body #soul #mind #heart #duty #ode

Element : Earth This vessel of ours born out of the earth, Is our responsibility to be molded into shape, As our ode to the cosmos that brought us into existence, Element : Water This soul of ours spilling out of the ocean, Is our divine being to be worshipped, As our duty to follow the conscience that gave us our virtue, Element : Air This mind of ours surfacing out of the dense atmosphere, Is our unstoppable force to be the crown of knowledge, As our helm to guide us to the path of progression and perseverance, Element : Fire This heart of ours carrying the fire of the oldest volcano, Is our beacon of life to give us our limit to live, As our story to write as we try to find the purpose we are supposed to fulfill. ©Ayush Singh (Speeding._Bullet) #earth #water #wind #fire #body #soul #mind #heart #duty #ode

Seagrette Omi Ngaihlian

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Ode to December Once again the month of memories - of joy and pain has come.Where laughter and agony walked hand in hand,side by side...where dreadful tales become friends of the day, where nostalgia seeps deep down your core; where a number of events hold a part of daily life.Some lucky enough to enjoy the festivities together with loved ones, while some stuck in their cocoons,longing for the desires of their cold hearts which could never be warmed up again.Let's remember the bygone days no more and leave them all behind.Let's not forget the good old memories no doubt; and come out of our shells with youthful exuberance to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. I hope December you'd be kind and fair to me; at least this time. #Ode to December.

Ode to December Once again the month of memories - of joy and pain has come.Where laughter and agony walked hand in hand,side by side...where dreadful tales become friends of the day, where nostalgia seeps deep down your core; where a number of events hold a part of daily life.Some lucky enough to enjoy the festivities together with loved ones, while some stuck in their cocoons,longing for the desires of their cold hearts which could never be warmed up again.Let's remember the bygone days no more and leave them all behind.Let's not forget the good old memories no doubt; and come out of our shells with youthful exuberance to celebrate the birth of the Saviour. I hope December you'd be kind and fair to me; at least this time. #Ode to December.

Suchismita Sengupta

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सफ़र तय कर पहुंचा ही तो था तेरे द्वार, सूनी आंखें मेरी खोजती अपनी जननी, तभी पूछा किसी ने कौन हो तुम के भूलोक में मचा कोहराम, त्राहिमाम! त्राहिमाम! सर झुका कर बोल पड़ा मैं, कुछ सच्चे, कुछ ढोंगी, कुछ यार और अपना परिवार! An ode to the brilliant soul... #sushantsinghrajput #rip #bollywood #sad #poetry #tribute #ode #hindi

सफ़र तय कर पहुंचा ही तो था तेरे द्वार, सूनी आंखें मेरी खोजती अपनी जननी, तभी पूछा किसी ने कौन हो तुम के भूलोक में मचा कोहराम, त्राहिमाम! त्राहिमाम! सर झुका कर बोल पड़ा मैं, कुछ सच्चे, कुछ ढोंगी, कुछ यार और अपना परिवार! An ode to the brilliant soul... #sushantsinghrajput #rip #bollywood #sad #poetry #tribute #ode #hindi

Seyyid Ali

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I Love Thy Splashes On My Lashes, I Saw An Army On My Morning, There Jasmines And Roses Were Mail; With Thy Yellow Illumine. And Dew Drops Were Glow, A Blood Diamond On Leaves. Shows Your Shine On Wherever I Glaze. Birds Sing Ballad And Squirrels Squeak. And You Are The Cupid,An Unavoidable Wine, You An Erotica One Can't Explain, And You Can't Take The Thirst Of One Who Made; An Ode! Karol Zayede #Poem #Love #Ode

I Love Thy Splashes On My Lashes, I Saw An Army On My Morning, There Jasmines And Roses Were Mail; With Thy Yellow Illumine. And Dew Drops Were Glow, A Blood Diamond On Leaves. Shows Your Shine On Wherever I Glaze. Birds Sing Ballad And Squirrels Squeak. And You Are The Cupid,An Unavoidable Wine, You An Erotica One Can't Explain, And You Can't Take The Thirst Of One Who Made; An Ode! Karol Zayede #Poem #Love #Ode