Every boom a hollow cry,
Begging tears from empty sky.
Thunder's voice, a constant plea,
For the rain that cannot be.

Fields of dust, in silence weep,
Longing for the rain to seep.

In this land, a paradox reigns,
Endless thunder, absent rains.
A symphony of stormy might,
Without the gift of rain's respite.

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Hear me, oh Kaunteya,

Wielder of Gaandiv, slayer of the Nivatkavachas,

With resolute and fearless stride,
And a pure heart which valour ignite,
Let not thy purpose wane nor courage fade,

In the path of spirit, seek the light,
And with steadfast resolve, let fears evade.

Give freely of thyself, with open hand,

Let truth and love within thy soul take root,

In self-control, let every thought be planned,
And service be thy life's enduring fruit.

Detach from worldly chains that bind thee fast,

Renounce with joy, and peace shall come at last.

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A nation's gratitude eternally displayed.
Sreejesh, the hero, the man of the hour,
Who turned defense into a moment of power.
The final whistle blew, and victory was sweet,
With Sreejesh, India's triumph complete.

Great Britain tried, but met a wall,
As Sreejesh answered their every call.
Then came the bronze medal clash with Spain's fierce pride,
With passion and fire, Sreejesh led the way,
Defending the dream, by saving 2 penalty corners
in the very last minutes he made a way forward

Spain's attacks were relentless and fierce,
But against Sreejesh's wall none could pierce.
With almost 10 penal corners saved , he inspired a roar,
And India united, stronger than before.

In the heart of the game, , Sreejesh stands tall,
Echoing strength like a castle wall,
And because of this known as the great wall ( diwar)
With every save, a nation's hope ignites,
In his hands, he holds our dreams alight.
A savior in the moment, a legend in the game,
He is leaving the field with an eternal fame.
Thank you legend for all these 16 years
The hockey sports and Indians will always be indebted

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From the fields of Kerala to the world’s grand stage,
Sreejesh has written his story, on history’s page.
Through trials and triumphs, with heart full of grace,
He’s carried the hopes of a billion, every race.

In 2024 Paris Olympics , where dreams anew are spun,
Stands Sreejesh, India's shining sun.
With gloves of steel and heart so bold,
He guarded the goal, which was a fortress of gold.

Against Great Britain, a mighty foe,
He faced the storm, letting his courage show.
Penalty strokes, a test of skill and nerve,
But Sreejesh, the lion, would never swerve.

With eyes like a hawk and reflexes of
light,
He turned the tide,and made india into the semifinal fight
The ball soared high, aiming for the net,
But Sreejesh, undaunted, stood his bet.

With a dive to the left, a leap to the right,
He guarded the goal with all his might.
In todays bronze medal match, history was made,

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From the fields of Kerala to the world’s grand stage,
Sreejesh has written his story, on history’s page.
Through trials and triumphs, with heart full of grace,
He’s carried the hopes of a billion, every race.

In 2024 Paris Olympics , where dreams anew are spun,
Stands Sreejesh, India's shining sun.
With gloves of steel and heart so bold,
He guarded the goal, which was a fortress of gold.

Against Great Britain, a mighty foe,
He faced the storm, letting his courage show.
Penalty strokes, a test of skill and nerve,
But Sreejesh, the lion, would never swerve.

With eyes like a hawk and reflexes of
light,
He turned the tide,and made india into the semifinal fight
The ball soared high, aiming for the net,
But Sreejesh, undaunted, stood his bet.

With a dive to the left, a leap to the right,
He guarded the goal with all his might.
In todays bronze medal match, history was made,

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In shadows deep, where truth should reign,
NEEt's sanctity, now drowned in disdain.
Paper trails, whispers of deceit,
Where merit fades, and honesty retreats.
With future of more than 14 lakh students in despair
The NTA chairman has excuses to be snare

UGC's net, a tangled mess,
Amid Delhi's parched distress.
Thirsty minds, in desperate plea,
While corridors flow, with nepotism's spree.
Lack of basic amenities in the capital shrine
The central government has nothing to cline

O, waters scarce, in the capital's thirst,
Yet from leaky pipes, corruption bursts.
Exams tainted, futures sold,
As parched lips pray, for justice bold.

In sweltering heat, the truth now sears,
As integrity drowns in silent tears.
NEEt and UGC, once pillars strong,
Now echo with betrayal's song.

Let pens now write, with fervent might,
Expose the shadows, unveil the blight.
For Delhi's water, and scholars' plight,
Let justice flow, in truth's pure light.

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Defending a total of 119
India’s warriors, with fire in their eyes,
A low-scoring battle, tense and tight,
A day to remember, a glorious fight.

The boom boom Arsh and Hardik danced with a rhythmic grace,
Each delivery they bowled was a testament to pace,
With precision and guile, they spun their web,
With every falling Pakistani wicket ’ hopes began to ebb.

Arshs final over, nerves of steel,
Victory's scent, they could feel,
Imads wicket fell, and the last hope dimmed,
India triumphed, and the stadium brimmed.

In cricket's annals, this match will shine,
A testament to a team, truly divine,
Defending lowest total ever India's exceptional win, in a game so tight,
A saga of glory, under the night will be heard for a long while

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alone its clear
no help all life has ended
as i traveled too far forward
stars have swarmed the earth
the thirst for space
has burned our place of worship
in awe i watched our sun go supernova
its insanley gorgeous
rings of light that stings the night
whats all been black has changed to white
must be the end of something precious
as i hang between two times
i wait for my second big time

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Mountain Sunset

Azure silhouettes peaked against the horizon
Borne from the sky's last testament
Of rays beaming and accentuating
The suptle curves and vestments
That expressed their innate beauty
In the form of love with contentment
As her eyes soaked in the sight
Azure bled to crimson at the days
Dying light
Yet the fight is far from over
As she battled up the climbs
With wars and steps aplenty
Shared with her heart and mind
It is there
That the endless foothills roll
A memory of togetherness
Unafraid to unfold
In the face of freedom unburdened
Her story is now hers to hold

For she is azure like the sky
And I,
The crimson before the night
Together we paint a mountain sunset
With a love that will never die

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Walking to Work

The fog is thick
On this dark and lonely night.
Ahead the sidewalk leads
To a small and distant light.

There I will find
Paper for my pen.
Coffee for my cup.
A new poem to begin.

I pray tonight the words
Will fall from my heart.
And dawn's sunrise
Brings a new start.

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