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shramana de

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life me kitna bhi uchayi pe pauhch jao lekin pair hamesha jameen pe rakhna kya pata agar kisidi uchayi se gir jao to pair jameen chune k liye taras jaye! ©shramana de life is unpredictable!

life me kitna bhi uchayi pe pauhch jao lekin pair hamesha jameen pe rakhna kya pata agar kisidi uchayi se gir jao to pair jameen chune k liye taras jaye! ©shramana de life is unpredictable!

Chanchal's poetry

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मोहब्बत किससे होगी, हम नहीं चुनते,दिल तय करता है.. जैसे मौत कब होगी, ये वक़्त नहीं, ख़ुदा तय करता है... हम तो बस जीते हैं, जिंदगी को, मोहब्बत को... ©Chanchal's poetry #unpredictable #Love #hindi_poetry

मोहब्बत किससे होगी, हम नहीं चुनते,दिल तय करता है.. जैसे मौत कब होगी, ये वक़्त नहीं, ख़ुदा तय करता है... हम तो बस जीते हैं, जिंदगी को, मोहब्बत को... ©Chanchal's poetry #unpredictable #Love #hindi_poetry

Sangeeta Dey Roy

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There's a million times you raised your delicate hands , Emanating a unheard message against hegemony. Too many flowers have been plucked Midway through their lifespan. To the many WHY' S you had calmed the pricky questions By taking solace in weaving stories About the evanescent dawn ,noon and dusk. And when the night spread her blanket you could feel a uncomfortable shroud slowly gulping you. In silence, You could only see one word.... Unwilling submission, Unwanted surrenderance . That defined you and many. You had been building bridges,but The building blocks collapsed The wear and tear was actually happening in you. Maybe slowly gathering fuel For the unpredictable tempest day. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # unpredictable tempest # against hegemony

There's a million times you raised your delicate hands , Emanating a unheard message against hegemony. Too many flowers have been plucked Midway through their lifespan. To the many WHY' S you had calmed the pricky questions By taking solace in weaving stories About the evanescent dawn ,noon and dusk. And when the night spread her blanket you could feel a uncomfortable shroud slowly gulping you. In silence, You could only see one word.... Unwilling submission, Unwanted surrenderance . That defined you and many. You had been building bridges,but The building blocks collapsed The wear and tear was actually happening in you. Maybe slowly gathering fuel For the unpredictable tempest day. ©Sangeeta Dey Roy # unpredictable tempest # against hegemony