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"Grandmother: A Beacon of Life" Grandmother, a beacon bright, Tales of old, new delight. Nose ring dazzling, grand tilaka, Amber hair, gajra adorned. Love like nectar, joy assured, In her embrace, warmth secured. Culinary artist, dishes grand, Delectable treats by her hand. Hide-and-seek, joy and care, Her warm hug dispels despair. Equal love, deep and true, Cultural treasures, wisdom too. Endless stories, spirit high, Aching back, reaching sky. In grandchildren, delight found, Heartwarming treats all around. Childhood glee, love imparted, Her wish, life well-charted. Grandma's love, a shining light, Blessing us, lifting life. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandmother and her grandchildren. It highlights her love, care, and guidance, making h

"Grandmother: A Beacon of Life" Grandmother, a beacon bright, Tales of old, new delight. Nose ring dazzling, grand tilaka, Amber hair, gajra adorned. Love like nectar, joy assured, In her embrace, warmth secured. Culinary artist, dishes grand, Delectable treats by her hand. Hide-and-seek, joy and care, Her warm hug dispels despair. Equal love, deep and true, Cultural treasures, wisdom too. Endless stories, spirit high, Aching back, reaching sky. In grandchildren, delight found, Heartwarming treats all around. Childhood glee, love imparted, Her wish, life well-charted. Grandma's love, a shining light, Blessing us, lifting life. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandmother and her grandchildren. It highlights her love, care, and guidance, making h

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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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"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

"Starry Tales" A bond so pure, like sky and stars, Where laughter echoes, breaking jars. Hand in hand, they roam at night, Beneath the moon’s soft, gentle light. Through starry realms, they wander far, Catching dreams, a precious spar. Tales they share, with endless glee, In childhood’s world, wild and free. Their bond, a fortress strong and true, Old stories told, but ever new. Her laughter bright, a joyful cheer, Embracing all, so close and near. Back to youth, they gently roam, In sunlight’s warmth, they find their home. Love’s tender touch, their spirits raise, A bond reborn in heaven’s gaze. Hearts entwined, souls in flight, In this bond, bathed in light. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem celebrates the special bond between a grandfather and granddaughter. It highlights the power of love, storytelling, and share

Schizology

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A bit of me I don't swear often , if at all I don't cuss ever , not the least I hold the door for people I say thank you and please My sense of humour is a bit odd I make fun of different words Most of my jokes are quite silly Some might say they're absurd Nature photos I love to take Birds , plants and animals of all kinds The moon , stars and sun too These are the best to photo I find I like fruits and vegetables and stuff Grains , nuts , and beans on my plate I drink milk and eat eggs and pancakes I think all of these things taste great Listening to music is my favourite thing All day and all night the tunes play Ever since I can remember I've had a radio I would not have it any other way ©Schizology A bit of me #me #bit #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #rhyme

A bit of me I don't swear often , if at all I don't cuss ever , not the least I hold the door for people I say thank you and please My sense of humour is a bit odd I make fun of different words Most of my jokes are quite silly Some might say they're absurd Nature photos I love to take Birds , plants and animals of all kinds The moon , stars and sun too These are the best to photo I find I like fruits and vegetables and stuff Grains , nuts , and beans on my plate I drink milk and eat eggs and pancakes I think all of these things taste great Listening to music is my favourite thing All day and all night the tunes play Ever since I can remember I've had a radio I would not have it any other way ©Schizology A bit of me #me #bit #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #rhyme

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"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

"Spring's Lament" My beloved spring has bid adieu, Taking my love, my heart's hue. Verdant leaves and blooming grace, In my eyes, serenity's place. Moments blossomed, fragrant plume, Heaven's nectar, earth's perfume. Dewdrops filled my heart anew, Carpeted earth in vibrant hue. Youthful Sun's joy did spread, From every leaf, words were bred. Life's new melodies took form, Music's charm in every storm. Sun, moon, stars in bright array, Dreams forgotten found their way. Emotions bathed in tender light, Memories etched, soul's quiet fight. Spring's departure, lingering pain, Yearning for his touch again. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem uses spring's beauty to depict the fleeting nature of love and joy. It leaves a lingering feeling of loss and yearning.

Radhika Singh

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Happiness comes from within; Look at the trees,the Birds,the clouds Everything is simply happy for no reason! Simple but Beautiful :) ©Radhika Singh A sky full of Stories...

Happiness comes from within; Look at the trees,the Birds,the clouds Everything is simply happy for no reason! Simple but Beautiful :) ©Radhika Singh A sky full of Stories...

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"Symphony of Hearts" Night's fragrance, rain's delight, Your presence makes everything right. Soft laughter in meadows green, Joyful whispers, a love unseen. Sun sets, heart's call rings true, Earth and ocean sing anew. Love awakens, hearts entwine, Lost in a world, forever thine. Cool touch, a soul's embrace, Love's embrace fills every space. Without you, life incomplete, Entwined in love, forever sweet. Moments endless, love's own play, Happiness lights each coming day. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem celebrates the transformative power of love. It portrays love as a source of joy, peace, and completeness, suggesting that li

"Symphony of Hearts" Night's fragrance, rain's delight, Your presence makes everything right. Soft laughter in meadows green, Joyful whispers, a love unseen. Sun sets, heart's call rings true, Earth and ocean sing anew. Love awakens, hearts entwine, Lost in a world, forever thine. Cool touch, a soul's embrace, Love's embrace fills every space. Without you, life incomplete, Entwined in love, forever sweet. Moments endless, love's own play, Happiness lights each coming day. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem celebrates the transformative power of love. It portrays love as a source of joy, peace, and completeness, suggesting that li

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On the tree of love, she is a flower of grief with a bruise; Her soul is an ocean, its shore her rhythm and different blues. ©HintsOfHeart. #A flower of grief.

On the tree of love, she is a flower of grief with a bruise; Her soul is an ocean, its shore her rhythm and different blues. ©HintsOfHeart. #A flower of grief.