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Mohan raj

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बुराई करने वाले चाहे लाख कोशिश करें पर कभी भी अपने मकसद में कामयाबी नहीं हासिल कर सकता दुष्टः कियत् अपि प्रयतते, सः कदापि स्वस्य प्रयोजने सफलतां प्राप्तुं न शक्नोति । Those who do evil, no matter how hard they try, can never succeed in their purpose ©Mohan raj #Life Lessons Those who do evil, no matter how hard they try, can never succeed in their purpose

बुराई करने वाले चाहे लाख कोशिश करें पर कभी भी अपने मकसद में कामयाबी नहीं हासिल कर सकता दुष्टः कियत् अपि प्रयतते, सः कदापि स्वस्य प्रयोजने सफलतां प्राप्तुं न शक्नोति । Those who do evil, no matter how hard they try, can never succeed in their purpose ©Mohan raj #Life Lessons Those who do evil, no matter how hard they try, can never succeed in their purpose

Santosh Jangam

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"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.

"Transformed by Verse" New to this world of verse, I yearn, My restless thoughts for solace turn. First, I bow to the one divine, Whose words ignite a heart's sunshine. Imagination's river vast, Sometimes fierce, serene at last. In lonely depths, I used to dwell, Her presence bright, a magic spell. This bond, so strong, I can't deny, My only thought, beneath the sky. She changed my world, erased the line, Her gentle touch, forever mine. Winter's chill, or monsoon's sigh, Beneath her shade, summers die. With words of wisdom, she takes flight, A symphony of pure delight. My constant friend, my guiding star, Her loving touch takes me afar. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem explores how poetry transforms from loneliness to inspired, finding solace and purpose in the creative world of verse.