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love tone

In the presence of the sun, longing grows Love's melody touches the heart, flowing peacefully Harmony in a snippet of words, eternal in the soul In the depths of the inner self, united in true love Sacred rhythm, enchanting melodies play Every breeze caresses with a gentle touch Love embraces, bringing peace to the depths of the soul In 30 words, a remarkable poem is born Love's radiance shines, piercing through the darkness Within the heart, lies unspoken meaning The power of love

Silent longing part 2

a love peom of a girl who cannot express her feeling to the guy she loves

Silent longing

a love peom of a girl who cannot express her feeling to the guy she loves

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

love message for a mother

a little message for the feelings of a child's affection for his mother

Guiding Angel

Oh guiding angel, blessed be, The light that shines so bright in thee, With wings unfurled and heart so pure, You lead us to a path so sure. Through darkest nights and raging storms, You keep us safe, so we transform, Our fears and doubts, our pain and grief, Into a strength that brings relief. You whisper softly in our ear, And wipe away each falling tear, You lift us up when we are down, And turn our frowns into a crown. With every step we take in life, You guide us through both joy and strife

Conqueror

With sword in hand and heart afire, The conqueror sets out to win, To build an empire, reach higher, And prove that he's a force within. He marches on with steadfast might, Through deserts, mountains, raging seas, His will unbroken, shining bright, He sets his sights on victory. He battles foes with skill and grace, And never once does he retreat, For he is driven by the chase, Of glory and of triumph sweet. He claims new lands with every step, And builds a legacy so grand, His name a legend, ha

Gratitude

Gratitude, oh sweet gratitude, How you make our hearts uplifted, With every moment that we breathe, You remind us how we're gifted. For every dawn that breaks the night, And every bird that sings its song, For every friend that brings us light, We thank you, gratitude, so strong. With every challenge that we face, You show us how to persevere, And with your gentle, loving grace, We find the strength to conquer fear. In every smile that we receive, And every kindness that we see, We feel your war

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

ALL ABOUT ME {AJAY THHAKUR}

HELLO MY DEAR FRIENDS ITS MY FIRST BLOG HOPE YOU GUYS INJOY IT AND LOVE IT

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

poetry on love

The poem on love is a short piece that celebrates the beauty and power of love. It describes love as a force that connects us, a feeling that can make us stand tall and a bond that can never be broken. The poem goes on to describe some of the ways that love makes us feel, such as warmth, security, and joy. Overall, the poem conveys a sense of hope and optimism about the power of love to enrich our lives.

Prayer-Filled Month: Happy new month my people 💕

As the month begins anew, My heart is filled with prayer, May blessings rain down upon us, And peace be everywhere. May hope ignite our souls, And joy fill up our days, May we find strength and courage, In all life's winding ways. May love surround us always, And kindness be our guide, May we seek to understand, And walk with grace beside. May we be the change we seek, And light up the world with care, May we shine like stars at night, And lift up those in despair. As this month unfolds before u

THE PEN TO MY HEART

Title: •••— THE PEN TO MY HEART How would one suppose — feelings couldn't be engraved in prose, but, in selected verses — only when one feels unpleased once on the verges? If the pen cannot seduce — what's the essence of its use? It risks to reduce the potency of the words spoken to the ears when the motif isn't the fruit of our ideas. Sometimes, the heart has its conception — which the pen seems often to ignore. But, it[the pen] aspires to become an inspiration and transmits on pages what the heart's enamoured [with]. Isn't this pen a little bird; a factor? Isn't this a lucky emblem of Art? Isn't It this a benefactor — to poets? Such, is the pen to my heart.

Ray Of Hope

When darkness falls and shadows creep, And all around seems lost in sleep, A glimmer breaks through, a ray of hope, A light that shines, a way to cope. It beckons us to rise and fight, To push through fear and take to flight, To trust that dawn will soon arrive, And all that's lost, we can revive. The ray of hope is a guiding star, That leads us on, no matter how far, It fills our hearts with strength and power, And gives us courage for every hour. So when the world seems bleak and grim, And all

Joy

Golden city

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

Poetry

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I have written this poem myself, I need your support