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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.

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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.

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

Anagha Ukaskar

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White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

White He earns high salary, Wakes up at 5, Gets ready for his work In an expensive suit and tie. His wife prepares his breakfast, Adds few extra muffins. Takes good care of his health, Cooking high-protein meals for tiffin. His daughter says Hi and Bye Everytime he leaves and returns, For her, he is a superhero because Whenever she calls, he promptly runs. His mother isn't with him anymore, But everything he has done. She must live on in his memories, He seems like a dutiful son. Until it's an unfamiliar woman Whom he can't judge, Doesn't treat her with the same respect And he sometimes does fudge. I don't know if it's a trait Or a habit we've normalised, But all women in the world Should be equally recognized. Whether she is yours or not, she exists, For someone, she is special. We need to change this And stop being partial. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Sad_shayri #poem #Poetry #English #Woman #equality

Santosh Jangam

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"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

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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.

Anagha Ukaskar

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I won't touch flowers today Because apparently they wither. I won't go near anyone, I won't touch that peacock feather. I won't walk around the garden, I won't play in water. And just staying still will hurt, Even that joyful laughter. The space that I needed Any other day... It is as if I've been abandoned, I didn't want it this way. And I hate how I said "I won't" Not that "I can't" because It wasn't taught, but slowly poisoned And it's stuck in my heart. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Red #period #periods #girl #Woman #poem #Poetry #Poet

I won't touch flowers today Because apparently they wither. I won't go near anyone, I won't touch that peacock feather. I won't walk around the garden, I won't play in water. And just staying still will hurt, Even that joyful laughter. The space that I needed Any other day... It is as if I've been abandoned, I didn't want it this way. And I hate how I said "I won't" Not that "I can't" because It wasn't taught, but slowly poisoned And it's stuck in my heart. ©Anagha Ukaskar #Red #period #periods #girl #Woman #poem #Poetry #Poet