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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

یہ شاعری خود میں نے لکھی ہے آپ سب سپورٹ کریں

I have written this poem myself, I need your support

Loneliness

Dillagi

English Poem

Short poem About Rain

Growing old

What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for beauty to forgo her wreath? —Yes, but not this alone.

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

The mind poetry

The mind

The beautiful poetry

Pardees jany waly

Khayal

Love

U don't have any clue, How much I love you!! To me u just sound like a cuckoo!! With you love always feels true !! Your face is my most favourite view!! I still feel bad that our first kiss is due!! Now for the rest of our life promise me together we will grew!! Into the most perfect duo!!

Fantancy

The Splendor of the Sea | Poem

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The Ballad of Amelia Grace | Poem

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