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Arvind Sahu

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Religion ना लफ़्ज़ों का लहू निकलता है ना किताबें बोल पाती है, मेरे दर्द के दो ही गवाह थे और दोनों ही बेजुबां निकले !! pagal SA arts and crafts

Religion ना लफ़्ज़ों का लहू निकलता है ना किताबें बोल पाती है, मेरे दर्द के दो ही गवाह थे और दोनों ही बेजुबां निकले !! pagal SA arts and crafts

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"Dance is the joy of movement and the heart of life" ©Abirami P Arts and culture

"Dance is the joy of movement and the heart of life" ©Abirami P Arts and culture

Bijay Kumar

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UP SPECIAL ©Bijay Kumar #Arts and culture

UP SPECIAL ©Bijay Kumar #Arts and culture

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Life is like spring all unwanted and old leafs shed off and New journey starts. ©Mukram spring and life

Life is like spring all unwanted and old leafs shed off and New journey starts. ©Mukram spring and life

Bharath Nandibhatla

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At a point, the tree began to wail, its green turned a sudden pale. The tree thought in sorrow, "I can't enjoy my own shade." So, all its leaves began to fade. One by one, all the leaves shed, and every man under it fled! This was its autumn. By the brink of autumn, the tree will know the irony, "Man craves for respite, from the golden sun, for my bower. I'm open to sunlight, and the celestial shower. I take what nature offers me." As this realisation dawns, flowers bloom over its mighty arms. The green returns, so does the spring. Again, the tree would be a beautiful thing! On autumn and spring!

At a point, the tree began to wail, its green turned a sudden pale. The tree thought in sorrow, "I can't enjoy my own shade." So, all its leaves began to fade. One by one, all the leaves shed, and every man under it fled! This was its autumn. By the brink of autumn, the tree will know the irony, "Man craves for respite, from the golden sun, for my bower. I'm open to sunlight, and the celestial shower. I take what nature offers me." As this realisation dawns, flowers bloom over its mighty arms. The green returns, so does the spring. Again, the tree would be a beautiful thing! On autumn and spring!

Satish Kumar Meena

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In the middle of the lake, the blonde! The lotus blossoms. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. Shine-glowing water streams, blisters with hairstyles, Gradually, the throats fall from the drop-drop, slowly In hairy hairs, hair follicles get tangled, Your gentle hands, let them understand a nag, Tandal like sandalwood, air smells. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. The crow breaks the buds, the blonde in your way, Cuckoo song, come, in the arms of Saajan In the evening, how many are you decorated, how to make sixteen makeup, Softened like a blossom flower, why the angle to the heart, Moonlight night, without you, new moon. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. spring spring

In the middle of the lake, the blonde! The lotus blossoms. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. Shine-glowing water streams, blisters with hairstyles, Gradually, the throats fall from the drop-drop, slowly In hairy hairs, hair follicles get tangled, Your gentle hands, let them understand a nag, Tandal like sandalwood, air smells. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. The crow breaks the buds, the blonde in your way, Cuckoo song, come, in the arms of Saajan In the evening, how many are you decorated, how to make sixteen makeup, Softened like a blossom flower, why the angle to the heart, Moonlight night, without you, new moon. In the spring, in the Nano, Soya awakens puberty. spring spring

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Micro arts..@amsa arts

Micro arts..@amsa arts