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Harshita Dawar

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Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat Some people are injurious to health Some people are injuries to the soul Some people are insecticide to the mind Some people are infections to the life #realityoflife #life #zindagi #yqbaba #yqdidi Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat Some people are injurious to health Some people are injuri

Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat Some people are injurious to health Some people are injuries to the soul Some people are insecticide to the mind Some people are infections to the life #realityoflife #life #zindagi #yqbaba #yqdidi Written by Harshita ✍️✍️ #Jazzbaat Some people are injurious to health Some people are injuri

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My version of this poem: ▪︎PANTHER AND STORM▪︎ The people who rebuff your opinions, have not yet noticed, the intrepid panther lurking

My version of this poem: ▪︎PANTHER AND STORM▪︎ The people who rebuff your opinions, have not yet noticed, the intrepid panther lurking

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His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To cheerful smiles-- Even when I'm getting ready To clam up or shout! He makes me perceive A whole new otherworld, Where strife is but a fantasy-- Simply, by being himself. He stimulates in me the kind Of intrepid benevolence, Barely exhibited In this cowering, fraudulent realm-- Where greed and apathy Are the famous by-lines, Of almost every gleaming surface And every lurking being. If only I could be half the man, He stalwartly is; Then, mayhap, I'd also imbibe a trickle Of such peaceful countenance That precedes his steps, everywhere. Know the stupefying secret to this? It's ludicrously bizarre, you see; But, I'm not even his kid-- And yet, I wish to be just like him! "Inspiration" His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To

His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To cheerful smiles-- Even when I'm getting ready To clam up or shout! He makes me perceive A whole new otherworld, Where strife is but a fantasy-- Simply, by being himself. He stimulates in me the kind Of intrepid benevolence, Barely exhibited In this cowering, fraudulent realm-- Where greed and apathy Are the famous by-lines, Of almost every gleaming surface And every lurking being. If only I could be half the man, He stalwartly is; Then, mayhap, I'd also imbibe a trickle Of such peaceful countenance That precedes his steps, everywhere. Know the stupefying secret to this? It's ludicrously bizarre, you see; But, I'm not even his kid-- And yet, I wish to be just like him! "Inspiration" His calming mien coruscates Like the effervescent Sol; He delights my brooding, rotten heart And frequently reduces me To

Asiya Shaikh

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The ambience is red with full of love, But, the way it fluorish love has changed its symbol.. (Caption please) "If paradise exist anywhere on earth, it is here in Kashmir". Nature has gifted the pulchritude cherished, Cradled in the lap of ardor cliff

The ambience is red with full of love, But, the way it fluorish love has changed its symbol.. (Caption please) "If paradise exist anywhere on earth, it is here in Kashmir". Nature has gifted the pulchritude cherished, Cradled in the lap of ardor cliff

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. where eyes are sticked to stars though feet on ground, where even rough hands can pray in the temple, where opportunities and ideas walk hand in hand, under the twilight of success where hands are held high for the sake of curiosity and not corruption... // caption // ............... Where movements are started through brainless wires, where eyes are sticked to stars though feet on ground, where even ro

. where eyes are sticked to stars though feet on ground, where even rough hands can pray in the temple, where opportunities and ideas walk hand in hand, under the twilight of success where hands are held high for the sake of curiosity and not corruption... // caption // ............... Where movements are started through brainless wires, where eyes are sticked to stars though feet on ground, where even ro