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In life's toughest battles, hope is the key; those who cherish life, a new dawn they see. ©Srinivas In life's toughest battles, hope is the key; those who cherish life, a new dawn they see.

In life's toughest battles, hope is the key; those who cherish life, a new dawn they see. ©Srinivas In life's toughest battles, hope is the key; those who cherish life, a new dawn they see.

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White Sometimes It's better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel. Because It hurts badly when you come to know that They can hear you, But can not understand ©DreamBeliever #Sad_shayri in in english

White Sometimes It's better to keep silent than to tell others what you feel. Because It hurts badly when you come to know that They can hear you, But can not understand ©DreamBeliever #Sad_shayri in in english

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If Everyone is against Me Then Everyone will Loose !! ©Palak batoye They will loose !!

If Everyone is against Me Then Everyone will Loose !! ©Palak batoye They will loose !!

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"They call me dead" "I don’t know why they call me dead, Although inside I bleed. They took me in a coffin, Smiling as if they won something, Even as they relished my suffocation. They placed roses on my body, Talking of how foolish I was, How useless I was to this world. 'It’s good he died; now the burden is less.' In the silence of my final rest, Their laughter echoes cruelly, stark and cold. They dance upon my grave, unburdened, While I lie forgotten, my story untold. Alone in the darkness, I drift through dreams, Invisible to those who once knew my name. Their voices haunt the void where my soul weeps, A mournful dirge in a world gone lame. No longer part of their waking lives, I am but a shadow cast by their disdain. They speak of relief, as if my departure Erased their discomfort, their hidden pain. In this endless night, I cry silent tears, A ghost adrift in their cruel apathy. My essence lingers, unacknowledged, In the emptiness where I once sought to be. Oh, how I yearn for one last embrace, A moment of understanding, a spark of grace. But I am lost to their uncaring eyes, A sorrowful whisper beneath the skies. As earthworms feast upon my rotting flesh, Insects crawl where warmth once dwelled, My body, now a banquet for decay, While my spirit, trapped, still mourns and swells. In death, I find no peace, no end to my pain, My heart’s cry echoes through the soil, An agonized lament in the damp, dark vein, A betrayal of trust, a love turned to spoil. Friendships I thought eternal, now shattered and frail, Love that once held me close now turned to dust. In their eyes, I was a burden to veil, Yet my essence lingers, though my form is thrust. The earth consumes, but my sorrow endures, My spirit weeps in the shadows of decay, A testament to love betrayed and pure, Still alive in the circle of life’s dismay. Let the roses wither, let the silence grow, For in their relief, my spirit still cries. I am no more to them, I am no more to this world, But I am still alive in the circle of life, Although inside I bleed, yet my sadness remains, An echo of anguish in the vast, empty plains." 'It’s good he died; now the burden is less.' ©_नूर_ए_दिल_ "I don’t know why they call me dead" #Life #SAD #sadness #alone #Broken #cry #Failure #Life #Death #solitude poetry poetry in english dee

"They call me dead" "I don’t know why they call me dead, Although inside I bleed. They took me in a coffin, Smiling as if they won something, Even as they relished my suffocation. They placed roses on my body, Talking of how foolish I was, How useless I was to this world. 'It’s good he died; now the burden is less.' In the silence of my final rest, Their laughter echoes cruelly, stark and cold. They dance upon my grave, unburdened, While I lie forgotten, my story untold. Alone in the darkness, I drift through dreams, Invisible to those who once knew my name. Their voices haunt the void where my soul weeps, A mournful dirge in a world gone lame. No longer part of their waking lives, I am but a shadow cast by their disdain. They speak of relief, as if my departure Erased their discomfort, their hidden pain. In this endless night, I cry silent tears, A ghost adrift in their cruel apathy. My essence lingers, unacknowledged, In the emptiness where I once sought to be. Oh, how I yearn for one last embrace, A moment of understanding, a spark of grace. But I am lost to their uncaring eyes, A sorrowful whisper beneath the skies. As earthworms feast upon my rotting flesh, Insects crawl where warmth once dwelled, My body, now a banquet for decay, While my spirit, trapped, still mourns and swells. In death, I find no peace, no end to my pain, My heart’s cry echoes through the soil, An agonized lament in the damp, dark vein, A betrayal of trust, a love turned to spoil. Friendships I thought eternal, now shattered and frail, Love that once held me close now turned to dust. In their eyes, I was a burden to veil, Yet my essence lingers, though my form is thrust. The earth consumes, but my sorrow endures, My spirit weeps in the shadows of decay, A testament to love betrayed and pure, Still alive in the circle of life’s dismay. Let the roses wither, let the silence grow, For in their relief, my spirit still cries. I am no more to them, I am no more to this world, But I am still alive in the circle of life, Although inside I bleed, yet my sadness remains, An echo of anguish in the vast, empty plains." 'It’s good he died; now the burden is less.' ©_नूर_ए_दिल_ "I don’t know why they call me dead" #Life #SAD #sadness #alone #Broken #cry #Failure #Life #Death #solitude poetry poetry in english dee

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She was a price to pay, To keep your family's honor intact. Your children, the fruit of your loins, A result of your orgasms. In paper, she was your wife, And they were your kids. But as in Elton John's words, "Into the boundaries, of each married man, Sweet deceit comes calling..." The other woman, She became your wife, A wife you always wished for. And her child became your daughter, The daughter you always wished for. They call it cheating, You call it love, something you are entitled to, I say, you are fortunate to have born in Kaliyuga, Where the wrong doers are kept on a pedestal, Infidelity is norm, loyalty is rare. Thats how we live now... ©Lakshmi Menon How they live #Cheating sad shayari on life

She was a price to pay, To keep your family's honor intact. Your children, the fruit of your loins, A result of your orgasms. In paper, she was your wife, And they were your kids. But as in Elton John's words, "Into the boundaries, of each married man, Sweet deceit comes calling..." The other woman, She became your wife, A wife you always wished for. And her child became your daughter, The daughter you always wished for. They call it cheating, You call it love, something you are entitled to, I say, you are fortunate to have born in Kaliyuga, Where the wrong doers are kept on a pedestal, Infidelity is norm, loyalty is rare. Thats how we live now... ©Lakshmi Menon How they live #Cheating sad shayari on life

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White Medicals are not temples, and doctors are not gods. Yet, in their unwavering service, they become our heroes, bringing smiles to those in need. Happy National Doctors' Day! ©Srinivas #doctor&039;s_day_2024 Medicals are not temples, and doctors are not gods. Yet, in their unwavering service, they become our heroes, bringi

White Medicals are not temples, and doctors are not gods. Yet, in their unwavering service, they become our heroes, bringing smiles to those in need. Happy National Doctors' Day! ©Srinivas #doctor&039;s_day_2024 Medicals are not temples, and doctors are not gods. Yet, in their unwavering service, they become our heroes, bringi