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White शान्तिः यात्रा शिवः, सुखयात्रा शिवः शांति शिव की यात्रा है, सुख शिव की यात्रा है Peace is the journey of Shiva, happiness is the journey of Shiva Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons shiv bhakti Peace is the journey of Shiva, happiness is the journey of Shiva

White शान्तिः यात्रा शिवः, सुखयात्रा शिवः शांति शिव की यात्रा है, सुख शिव की यात्रा है Peace is the journey of Shiva, happiness is the journey of Shiva Dhnyvaad Har Har Mahadev ©Mohan raj #Life lessons shiv bhakti Peace is the journey of Shiva, happiness is the journey of Shiva

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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

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जैसे लोहे का उपयोग न किए जाने पर उसमे जंग लग जाता है, उसी प्रकार दिमाग़ का उपयोग न किए जाने पर वह निष्क्रिय एवं अनुपयोगी हो जाता है। ©HintsOfHeart. #The mind of which no use is made, is spoilt.

जैसे लोहे का उपयोग न किए जाने पर उसमे जंग लग जाता है, उसी प्रकार दिमाग़ का उपयोग न किए जाने पर वह निष्क्रिय एवं अनुपयोगी हो जाता है। ©HintsOfHeart. #The mind of which no use is made, is spoilt.