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ARTI DEVI(Modern Mira Bai)
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White 1. "Hope is the anchor that keeps the soul steady amidst life's storms." 2. "Even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer of hope waiting to be discovered." 3. "Hope is the heartbeat of the soul, pulsating with the promise of brighter days ahead." ©aaj_ki_peshkash 1. "# Hope is the #anchor that keeps the #soul steady amidst life's #storms ." 2. "Even in the darkest of times, there is always a glimmer
Santosh Jangam
**"Tranquil Tempest "** Restless mind, body seeks calm, Each moment besieged, peace is a balm. Thoughts whirl, storms within, Seeking solace, where to begin? Yearning for peace, shackles bound tight, Past moments haunt, future's plight. Taming the mind, a fleeting quest, Breath held in fear, heart in unrest. Lost in the maze, footsteps stray, Body weary, soul in disarray. Restless mind, seeking repose, In the storm's eye, tranquility rose. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem "Tranquil Tempest" is to find inner peace amidst life's chaos.
Santosh Jangam
"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
Aanya Seraphina
Title: "Eternal Flame: Forbidden Love" Amidst the chaos of divergent worlds, love remains steadfast, defying all odds. 💖 #forbiddenlove Et #LoveEndures #EternalFlame
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