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Santosh Jangam

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"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the

"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the

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"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor

"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor

Aanya Seraphina

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In the dance of hearts, two souls entwined, Love and consent, the ties that bind. Yet in the tapestry of fate, a thread unwinds, Leaving one to ponder, one behind. How does one depart, leaving love adrift? A solitary voyage, a silent rift. For in the realm of human will, Choices are made, hearts may still. But in the realm beyond, where souls ascend, Will divine justice comprehend? For every action, a reckoning waits, In the tapestry of eternity, no soul abates. So let the scales of justice weigh, In the realms beyond the mortal fray. For in the end, love's true test, Is the compassion we manifest? ©Aanya Seraphina Title: The Tapestry of Love and Justice. Reflecting on the intertwined nature of love, consent, and the complexities of departing hearts, a

In the dance of hearts, two souls entwined, Love and consent, the ties that bind. Yet in the tapestry of fate, a thread unwinds, Leaving one to ponder, one behind. How does one depart, leaving love adrift? A solitary voyage, a silent rift. For in the realm of human will, Choices are made, hearts may still. But in the realm beyond, where souls ascend, Will divine justice comprehend? For every action, a reckoning waits, In the tapestry of eternity, no soul abates. So let the scales of justice weigh, In the realms beyond the mortal fray. For in the end, love's true test, Is the compassion we manifest? ©Aanya Seraphina Title: The Tapestry of Love and Justice. Reflecting on the intertwined nature of love, consent, and the complexities of departing hearts, a

Sai Angel Shaayari

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MILLIONS OF STARS IN THE GALAXY AND YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL. ©Sai Angel Shaayari MILLIONS OF STARS IN THE GALAXY AND YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL.

MILLIONS OF STARS IN THE GALAXY AND YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL. ©Sai Angel Shaayari MILLIONS OF STARS IN THE GALAXY AND YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST OF THEM ALL.

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मचलते हुए दिल की धड़कन न सुलझे जो काजल से छूटे तो आँचल से उलझे। तंग आ गए दिल की एक-एक ज़िद से ख़ुदा की पनाह कैसे पागल से उलझे। (मीना कुमारी,अभिनेत्री) ©HintsOfHeart. #दिल_तो_पागल_है ■ Meena Kumari: Poet of the night and known as the tragedy queen of Indian cinema.

मचलते हुए दिल की धड़कन न सुलझे जो काजल से छूटे तो आँचल से उलझे। तंग आ गए दिल की एक-एक ज़िद से ख़ुदा की पनाह कैसे पागल से उलझे। (मीना कुमारी,अभिनेत्री) ©HintsOfHeart. #दिल_तो_पागल_है ■ Meena Kumari: Poet of the night and known as the tragedy queen of Indian cinema.