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She was She was his poetry even before he Ever began to write any poems His first thought when he woke up His last thought before sleeping The first woman that gave him comfort The last woman that made him happy The first woman to give him a child The last woman he shared secrets to The first woman to make his jaw drop The last woman that he would cherish ©Schizology She was #She #brokenheart #poem✍🧡🧡💛 sad poetry poetry in english poetry poetry lovers

She was She was his poetry even before he Ever began to write any poems His first thought when he woke up His last thought before sleeping The first woman that gave him comfort The last woman that made him happy The first woman to give him a child The last woman he shared secrets to The first woman to make his jaw drop The last woman that he would cherish ©Schizology She was #She #brokenheart #poem✍🧡🧡💛 sad poetry poetry in english poetry poetry lovers

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Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun ©Harathi K yellow colour

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun ©Harathi K yellow colour

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White रमणीय हे रमणीय!         तुम मंद मुस्कान की तीव्र धार,         मानों कल-कल करती प्रवाह हो तुम।         सजग ये तेरे हाथ कलम पर,         मानों बहती नौका की पतवार हो तुम।         कल-कल करती तेरी कलरव,         गोमुख से निरंतरता की,         सागर तक की पहचान हो तुम।                ये शीत, ग्रीष्म, हेमंत, शिशिर,                पतझड़ से बसंत की आगाज हो तुम।                घास, वन, ये शंकुधारी वृक्ष,                अनुकूलनशीलता की गहरी थाह हो तुम।        फलदार वृक्षों की ऊंचाई पर,        मानों विनम्रता की श्रृंगार हो तुम।        भला! करु मैं तेरा कैसे बखान ?        सीखते रहने की प्रतिमान हो तुम।। ©Saurav life #Sad_Status #sauravlife this poetry is dedicated to a my classmate and she deserve it.

White रमणीय हे रमणीय!         तुम मंद मुस्कान की तीव्र धार,         मानों कल-कल करती प्रवाह हो तुम।         सजग ये तेरे हाथ कलम पर,         मानों बहती नौका की पतवार हो तुम।         कल-कल करती तेरी कलरव,         गोमुख से निरंतरता की,         सागर तक की पहचान हो तुम।                ये शीत, ग्रीष्म, हेमंत, शिशिर,                पतझड़ से बसंत की आगाज हो तुम।                घास, वन, ये शंकुधारी वृक्ष,                अनुकूलनशीलता की गहरी थाह हो तुम।        फलदार वृक्षों की ऊंचाई पर,        मानों विनम्रता की श्रृंगार हो तुम।        भला! करु मैं तेरा कैसे बखान ?        सीखते रहने की प्रतिमान हो तुम।। ©Saurav life #Sad_Status #sauravlife this poetry is dedicated to a my classmate and she deserve it.

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Unsplash No One Cares About Me" “All day long,” she whispers softly, “No one cares about me…” Her words echo in the quiet house, Heavy with years of sacrifice. She gave away her children’s childhood, Trading laughter for long hours, Dreams for endless responsibilities. She barely had time to hold them close. Now, the years have passed. Her job is done, but not her burdens. Day by day, she picks up every piece— Sweeping, mending, cooking, Tending to her grandson with tired hands. And yet, no one sees. No one stops to say, "Thank you for all you've done." The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit. She aches not for riches or grandeur, But for a single kind word, A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth, A simple reminder that she is loved. Her heart, exhausted, Longs for tenderness, For someone to say, "Rest now—you’ve done enough." But instead, silence greets her. And all she wants, All she has ever wanted, Is just a little warmth From the ones she sacrificed everything for. ©Monika Vimal #Life #she

Unsplash No One Cares About Me" “All day long,” she whispers softly, “No one cares about me…” Her words echo in the quiet house, Heavy with years of sacrifice. She gave away her children’s childhood, Trading laughter for long hours, Dreams for endless responsibilities. She barely had time to hold them close. Now, the years have passed. Her job is done, but not her burdens. Day by day, she picks up every piece— Sweeping, mending, cooking, Tending to her grandson with tired hands. And yet, no one sees. No one stops to say, "Thank you for all you've done." The weight of invisibility breaks her spirit. She aches not for riches or grandeur, But for a single kind word, A fleeting acknowledgment of her worth, A simple reminder that she is loved. Her heart, exhausted, Longs for tenderness, For someone to say, "Rest now—you’ve done enough." But instead, silence greets her. And all she wants, All she has ever wanted, Is just a little warmth From the ones she sacrificed everything for. ©Monika Vimal #Life #she

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