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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.

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White We did not even get alms of love in love where in the gathering there was talk of life and death ©DILEEP RAJ AHIRWAR #Night We did not even get alms of love in love where in the gathering there was talk of life and death

White We did not even get alms of love in love where in the gathering there was talk of life and death ©DILEEP RAJ AHIRWAR #Night We did not even get alms of love in love where in the gathering there was talk of life and death

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There is a lot of pain in life, but no one complains And I have never found anyone who can understand without speaking. ©Salmankhan7743 There is a lot of pain in life, but no one complains And I have never found anyone who can understand without speaking.

There is a lot of pain in life, but no one complains And I have never found anyone who can understand without speaking. ©Salmankhan7743 There is a lot of pain in life, but no one complains And I have never found anyone who can understand without speaking.

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Beautiful Moon Night koi kisi ka h hi ni yr laakh kisi k liye kitna pagl n ho rkha ho lekin agle ko frk tk n pdta jo kbhi ek scnd n reh skte the aaj mud kr b n dekhte k kis haalt m hoga ©Manisha Bhardwaj pain in love

Beautiful Moon Night koi kisi ka h hi ni yr laakh kisi k liye kitna pagl n ho rkha ho lekin agle ko frk tk n pdta jo kbhi ek scnd n reh skte the aaj mud kr b n dekhte k kis haalt m hoga ©Manisha Bhardwaj pain in love

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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