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THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONAL TEA DAY ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONALTEADAY

THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONAL TEA DAY ©Hashim Bannur | ಹಾಶಿಂ ಬನ್ನೂರು THE SPIRIT OF THE TEA BEVERAGE IS ONE OF PEACE, COMFORT AND REFINEMENT. - Arthur Gray #INTERNATIONALTEADAY

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.

Radhika Singh

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Happiness comes from within; Look at the trees,the Birds,the clouds Everything is simply happy for no reason! Simple but Beautiful :) ©Radhika Singh A sky full of Stories...

Happiness comes from within; Look at the trees,the Birds,the clouds Everything is simply happy for no reason! Simple but Beautiful :) ©Radhika Singh A sky full of Stories...

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

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