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"Unspoken Depths" Let words flow, emotions show. Eyes speak when voice is low. Not all needs to be expressed, A gaze can convey the rest. In this depth of emotions vast, Hide some things, some meant to last. Understand some things unsaid, Clearly express what needs to be read. Calm the clashing waves within, Hand in hand, let's journey begin. Seek answers, don't stray from the road, In actions, find your life's code. Control the mind, let reason reign, Seize the moment, cast away pain. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem emphasizes the importance of unspoken communication and taking action to achieve life's goals.

"Unspoken Depths" Let words flow, emotions show. Eyes speak when voice is low. Not all needs to be expressed, A gaze can convey the rest. In this depth of emotions vast, Hide some things, some meant to last. Understand some things unsaid, Clearly express what needs to be read. Calm the clashing waves within, Hand in hand, let's journey begin. Seek answers, don't stray from the road, In actions, find your life's code. Control the mind, let reason reign, Seize the moment, cast away pain. ©Santosh Jangam #Poem The poem emphasizes the importance of unspoken communication and taking action to achieve life's goals.

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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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"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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"My Wild Hope" You, my wild hope, never let me despair, You are the language of love, I swear. Paths light and airy, all things new, Mists of moonlit silver gently accrue. Take in your hand a raindrop's grace, You, my ocean of love, my heart's embrace. You cast a spell, enchanting me, On my shores, your love's wild symphony. Let's nurture love with tender care, With sweet words, our lives we'll repair, Golden will our lives become, Two souls entwined, never undone. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem highlights the transformative power of love, urging optimism, open communication, and cherishing the bond it creates.

"My Wild Hope" You, my wild hope, never let me despair, You are the language of love, I swear. Paths light and airy, all things new, Mists of moonlit silver gently accrue. Take in your hand a raindrop's grace, You, my ocean of love, my heart's embrace. You cast a spell, enchanting me, On my shores, your love's wild symphony. Let's nurture love with tender care, With sweet words, our lives we'll repair, Golden will our lives become, Two souls entwined, never undone. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The poem highlights the transformative power of love, urging optimism, open communication, and cherishing the bond it creates.

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**"Tranquil Tempest "** Restless mind, body seeks calm, Each moment besieged, peace is a balm. Thoughts whirl, storms within, Seeking solace, where to begin? Yearning for peace, shackles bound tight, Past moments haunt, future's plight. Taming the mind, a fleeting quest, Breath held in fear, heart in unrest. Lost in the maze, footsteps stray, Body weary, soul in disarray. Restless mind, seeking repose, In the storm's eye, tranquility rose. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem "Tranquil Tempest" is to find inner peace amidst life's chaos.

**"Tranquil Tempest "** Restless mind, body seeks calm, Each moment besieged, peace is a balm. Thoughts whirl, storms within, Seeking solace, where to begin? Yearning for peace, shackles bound tight, Past moments haunt, future's plight. Taming the mind, a fleeting quest, Breath held in fear, heart in unrest. Lost in the maze, footsteps stray, Body weary, soul in disarray. Restless mind, seeking repose, In the storm's eye, tranquility rose. ©Santosh Jangam #poem The moral of the poem "Tranquil Tempest" is to find inner peace amidst life's chaos.

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White मुझे सबसे सुन्दर वह औरत लगती है जो अपने हक़ के लिए लड़ती है। छिपे हुए बाल, बिंदी सरकी हुई, गालों में फैल चुका काजल, अस्त-व्यस्त कपड़ा, पैरों में चादर है या इस बात से कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता। उसकी एक ही चिंता होती है ,वो है समानता का अधिकार ©Jyoti #equality #rights #fightforyourself

White मुझे सबसे सुन्दर वह औरत लगती है जो अपने हक़ के लिए लड़ती है। छिपे हुए बाल, बिंदी सरकी हुई, गालों में फैल चुका काजल, अस्त-व्यस्त कपड़ा, पैरों में चादर है या इस बात से कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता। उसकी एक ही चिंता होती है ,वो है समानता का अधिकार ©Jyoti #equality #rights #fightforyourself