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The pages filled with positive experiences in the book of life create memorable echoes. ©Srinivas The pages filled with positive experiences in the book of life create memorable echoes.

The pages filled with positive experiences in the book of life create memorable echoes. ©Srinivas The pages filled with positive experiences in the book of life create memorable echoes.

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अब हमने किताबों से इश्क करना शुरू किया हैं, क्योकि जिससे इश्क किया था उसने तो हमे छोड़ दिया, लेकिन किताबों से मिला ज्ञान हमारा साथ उम्र भर निभाती हैं । ©CREATURE GIRL #Book is good teacher of life

अब हमने किताबों से इश्क करना शुरू किया हैं, क्योकि जिससे इश्क किया था उसने तो हमे छोड़ दिया, लेकिन किताबों से मिला ज्ञान हमारा साथ उम्र भर निभाती हैं । ©CREATURE GIRL #Book is good teacher of life

Santosh Jangam

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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