Baskadia

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Tab tum roo doge

This one is for your parents

Each Day

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Mirror

When men lights a candle, they only care about the illumination it gives and not the slow and silent pains that melts it from within.

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.

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Love poetry🌹🌹💓

In the twilight's gentle hue, My heart finds solace, only for you. With each beat, a whispered prayer, In love's embrace, we find repair. Your eyes, like stars, guide my way, Through the darkest night, they sway. In your touch, a tender dance, Two souls entwined, fate's romance. A symphony of love we play, In every word we softly say. Through laughter, tears, and dreams we share, Our love's bond, forever rare. In fields of flowers, hand in hand, We'll walk together, our hearts expand. For you, my love, are my delight, A love so pure, an endless flight.

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The Talk of The Town

An exploration of the emotions that rouse from the phenomenon called 'gossip.'

Poetry shayari

याद क्यों आते हैं तन्हाई में, दिल डूबा है गम की गहराई में, हमें मत ढूंढना दुनिया की भीड़ में, हम तो मिलेंगे तुम्हारे ही परछाई // Why do I remember in loneliness, the heart is immersed in the depth of sorrow, do not find us in the crowd of the world, we will meet your own shadow // याद क्यों आते हैं तन्हाई में, दिल डूबा है गम की गहराई में, हमें मत ढूंढना दुनिया की भीड़ में, हम तो मिलेंगे तुम्हारे ही परछाई //

Khawab

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2 lines poetry

1. Snowball By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

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