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"Eternal Companion" In whispers soft, I long to speak, In silent depths, my heart to seek. Your love's moonlight, a radiant gleam, In its embrace, I find my dream. In every little thing you do, Joy's tender touch, I seek anew. In mirror's gaze, your image bright, Hand in hand, through misty night. In memories' shade, my dreams take flight, Your constant presence, my guiding light. Forever by your side to stay, My love's companion, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the longing for companionship and unwavering devotion in love. It finds beauty in every aspect of a loved one's pr

"Eternal Companion" In whispers soft, I long to speak, In silent depths, my heart to seek. Your love's moonlight, a radiant gleam, In its embrace, I find my dream. In every little thing you do, Joy's tender touch, I seek anew. In mirror's gaze, your image bright, Hand in hand, through misty night. In memories' shade, my dreams take flight, Your constant presence, my guiding light. Forever by your side to stay, My love's companion, come what may. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the longing for companionship and unwavering devotion in love. It finds beauty in every aspect of a loved one's pr

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"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

"Monsoon Magic" Green embrace, beauty rare, Drenched saree, with tender care. Deep breaths, pure delight, Dreamlike moment, holding tight. Raindrops whisper, time stands still, World aglow, on her window sill. Breeze caresses, fleeting dream, Who is she? A monsoon gleam. Apsara's grace, stars ignite, Enchanting presence, bathed in light. Nature's touch, maiden fair, Words fall short, beauty beyond compare. Rain god smiles, promise untold, "I'll return," whispers brave and bold. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem paints a vivid picture of a beautiful woman enjoying a monsoon shower, highlighting the beauty of nature and the fleeting nat

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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.

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"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

"Echoes of Love" Heart aches, mind seeks past's embrace, Can lost love's footprints ever be traced? Your silent presence, a gentle sway, Carries me through each lonely day. Wind whispers your love's sweet refrain, But to whom can I confess my pain? Why does your face ignite my soul? Wounds reopen, taking their toll. Love's chamber veiled in a hazy plight, Grant love a chance, set my spirit alight. Without you, my soul fades away, Lost footprints, where did you stray? ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem captures the bittersweetness of lost love. It acknowledges the pain but emphasizes the possibility of finding new love and mo

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"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

"Woman - An Embodiment of Power" Each step she takes, a testament to her power, Wisdom flows from her like a boundless shower. Her heart, vast and serene, a guiding light, In her spirit, freedom takes its flight. Her voice, a melody that resonates strong, Her will, unyielding, against all wrong. A modern woman, forging ahead with grace, Every challenge met, she bravely face. Motherhood's love, a force divine, Strength and compassion in every line. With a heart as vast as the endless sky, She conquers all with a resolute eye. From dawn to dusk, her work never ends, A sculptor of life, where love transcends. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem is to celebrate and acknowledge the empowerment, strength, and contributions of women in society.

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Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of success. ©Srinivas #progress Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of succe

Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of success. ©Srinivas #progress Progress whispers quietly in the chaos of struggle. In the noise of a busy day, the quiet progress you make is a symphony of succe

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"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor

"Whispers of Longing" In life's melody, she was my moonlit tune, Her departure left the sky marooned. Tears fall silent, washing pain's stain, Lost joy, a bird yearns for rain's gain. Fate's game unseen, where do footsteps go? Fear grips tight, yearning for the past's glow. Moments fleeting, lost in endless flight, Mornings clouded, evenings in twilight. Alone in this journey, only You know, My story unfolds in rhythms that flow. In life's sweet cadence, she was my moon, Her absence echoes, a melancholy tune. ©Santosh Jangam #"Whispers of Longing" The moral of the poem is about accepting change, facing loss, finding solace in the journey, and cherishing the memor