The jangle of dreams,
collected in piggy bank.
On the wooden desk,
terracotta, oft I shake,
and the bucket lists rattle.

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Lovebirds on a wire.
Lively display of romance,
raw, pious and pure.
Roses bloom in lawn beneath,
just as a song in the heart.

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Down in the valley,
by the side of gurgling brook,
the hills bear witness,
to all our shenanigans,
this lush tranquil paradise.

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Day breaks prettily.
With the soulful song of birds
golden globe rises.
The caress of dawn enthrals,
the gossamer veil of night.

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Ah! That silver streak!
At the seams of cloudy veil,
sun plays peek-a-boo.
The darkness begins to fade,
intense, the light that follows.

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Fragrance of green hills.
This breeze belongs to my home,
where my feet take me.
Relief in creases of bed,
peace within these four beige walls.

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Rich wherewithals,
this mother Earth suffices,
all our mortal needs.
Artfully crafted canvas,
abundantly resourceful.

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And thus it has been ordained,
by Thou thyself
that in the deepest folds
of all hearts,
one hears
hushed sussarations of Thy name.
What else, if not Thy word
in the contours of our being?
Who else, if not Thee,
in the depths of all souls?

Sabhe ghat raam bole, raamaa bole!
Raam bina ko bole re!!

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-: Whispers:-
In the shadows of each passing day,
I feel my spirit slowly fray.
Pushing forward, yet weighed with sorrow,
Struggling to see a brighter tomorrow.

Each goal pursued, each dream in flight,
Yet voices echo, "worthless," despite the fight.
Responsibilities burden, futures unclear,
Lonely whispers drown out in fear.

No solace found, no comfort near,
In this world that fails to hear.
Silent cries, unheard pleas,
Lost in a sea of harsh decrees.

Why, oh why, this heavy load,
On shoulders young, on hearts bestowed?
Why are daughters labeled a weight to bear,
While sons are hailed, success declared?

In this cruel dance of societal norms,
A daughter's worth faces relentless storms.
But hear me now, my voice resounds,
Though thoughts of suicide do confound.

For though the world may try to dim my light,
I'll shine on, through the darkest night.
But as despair weighs heavy, and hope seems far,
The shadows deepen, like a scar.

So let the doubters doubt, the cynics scorn,
I'll rise above, though my heart is torn.
For in this cruel world, where pain does grow,
I'll stand alone, but my spirit shall know.

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" Inn lamhon ko jee lo sukoon se,
Kisi shayar ne kaha hai ye waqt dobara nhi aata..."

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