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Sai Angel Shaayari

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White I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

White I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

Sai Angel Shaayari

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I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I HAVE HEARD THAT A WOMAN IS THE ENEMY OF ANOTHER WOMAN , BUT IT'S THE FIRST TIME I'M HEARING THAT A MAN WOULD BE AN ENEMY OF A WOMAN.

Himanshu Prajapati

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White Be A Full Part Of Family Because You Are An Art Of Family..! ©Himanshu Prajapati #love_shayari Be A Full Part Of Family Because You Are An Art Of Family..!

White Be A Full Part Of Family Because You Are An Art Of Family..! ©Himanshu Prajapati #love_shayari Be A Full Part Of Family Because You Are An Art Of Family..!

Santosh Jangam

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"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

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"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

Santosh Jangam

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"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

Radhika Singh

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Kindness: Take a few Minutes to think about doing something kind for someone today,Good deeds neednot take much time or cost any money. Small Act can make a Big Difference... ©Radhika Singh The Language of Kindness which A Deaf can hear and Blind can see..

Kindness: Take a few Minutes to think about doing something kind for someone today,Good deeds neednot take much time or cost any money. Small Act can make a Big Difference... ©Radhika Singh The Language of Kindness which A Deaf can hear and Blind can see..

Santosh Jangam

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"Breaking Free" Lost in a maze, thoughts run wild, Confusion reigns, no path to find. Push on or wait, a puzzling way, When will the future reveal its say? A distant shore, a promised land, Will I ever reach that golden sand? Emotions rage, a storm within, Should I face the fear, or let it win? Buried secrets, stories untold, A time to break free, let my spirit unfold. Open my heart, release the tide, Let my true self emerge and confide. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of "Breaking Free" is: Embrace your confusion, face your emotional storms, and break free from what holds you back to discov

"Breaking Free" Lost in a maze, thoughts run wild, Confusion reigns, no path to find. Push on or wait, a puzzling way, When will the future reveal its say? A distant shore, a promised land, Will I ever reach that golden sand? Emotions rage, a storm within, Should I face the fear, or let it win? Buried secrets, stories untold, A time to break free, let my spirit unfold. Open my heart, release the tide, Let my true self emerge and confide. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of "Breaking Free" is: Embrace your confusion, face your emotional storms, and break free from what holds you back to discov

Srinivas

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The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning. ©Srinivas #Mind #Canvas The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning.

The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning. ©Srinivas #Mind #Canvas The mind is a canvas, and every thought a stroke of color; paint it with the hues of learning.