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The canvas of achievement is painted stroke by stroke, not by chance. ©Srinivas The canvas of achievement is painted stroke by stroke, not by chance.

The canvas of achievement is painted stroke by stroke, not by chance. ©Srinivas The canvas of achievement is painted stroke by stroke, not by chance.

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After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper. ©Srinivas After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper.

After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper. ©Srinivas After every cyclone, roots of trees dig deeper.

Arunabh Bordoloi

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Really a masterpiece how an efficient educational system was prevalent in ancient Bharat ©Arunabh Bordoloi Revisting our rich educational system of ancient Bharat... everyone should know about the Vedic way of teaching. which is integral to our

Really a masterpiece how an efficient educational system was prevalent in ancient Bharat ©Arunabh Bordoloi Revisting our rich educational system of ancient Bharat... everyone should know about the Vedic way of teaching. which is integral to our

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White जब महबूब रूठ जाए या दिल टूट जाए फिर कोई फ़र्क नही पढ़ता इस दुनिया से चाहें फिर सब बैठकर मेरा मातम मनाएं या मेरे हार जाने का जश्न मनाएं ©gum_nam_shayar_7 #flowers Ra J god by all of you Manoj Mongia रविन्द्र 'गुल' ek shayar Ful Mohammad

White जब महबूब रूठ जाए या दिल टूट जाए फिर कोई फ़र्क नही पढ़ता इस दुनिया से चाहें फिर सब बैठकर मेरा मातम मनाएं या मेरे हार जाने का जश्न मनाएं ©gum_nam_shayar_7 #flowers Ra J god by all of you Manoj Mongia रविन्द्र 'गुल' ek shayar Ful Mohammad

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"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the

"The Call of the Village" Village whispers, memories sweet, City's chaos, heart's retreat. Fields of gold, childhood's play, Urban rush, dreams in fray. Village breeze, soul's reprieve, City's grip, can't deceive. Neighbor's love, like kin's embrace, Village's pull, a timeless grace. In city's maze, longing's sigh, Village's call, like a lullaby. Nature's hymn, in fields I'll soar, Village's embrace, forevermore. Village paths, where dreams ignite, City's glare, dims their light. Rustling leaves, a gentle hum, City's roar, a deafening drum. Village nights, stars alight, City's skyline, blocks the sight. Simple joys, in village's fold, City's grip, a story untold. Village laughter, echoes pure, City's rush, dreams obscure. In village's heart, I find my song, City's pull, it won't be long. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem's moral underscores the enduring value of rural simplicity and the importance of staying connected to one's roots amidst the