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Biswajit Tripathy

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White title poem of my upcoming book....please read till end. If I die tomorrow If I die tomorrow, don't mourn for me, Let my spirit soar and set me free. And as I depart to the great unknown, Let my dreams and ambitions be shown. Let my desires live on, And let them find a new home In the hearts of those I've touched, And in the minds of those I've taught. Let my legacy be remembered, And let my life have meaning, Let the flame of my ambition, Be ignited in the heart of my successor's mission, May my light forever shine, And inspire greatness divine, In the one who takes my place, And fulfil their destiny with grace. So if I die tomorrow, don't you cry, For I'll be soaring high, in the sky. My dreams and passions, I leave in your care, My successor, carry them with love and flair ©Biswajit Tripathy OF I DIE TOMORROW poetry in english sad poetry poetry

White title poem of my upcoming book....please read till end. If I die tomorrow If I die tomorrow, don't mourn for me, Let my spirit soar and set me free. And as I depart to the great unknown, Let my dreams and ambitions be shown. Let my desires live on, And let them find a new home In the hearts of those I've touched, And in the minds of those I've taught. Let my legacy be remembered, And let my life have meaning, Let the flame of my ambition, Be ignited in the heart of my successor's mission, May my light forever shine, And inspire greatness divine, In the one who takes my place, And fulfil their destiny with grace. So if I die tomorrow, don't you cry, For I'll be soaring high, in the sky. My dreams and passions, I leave in your care, My successor, carry them with love and flair ©Biswajit Tripathy OF I DIE TOMORROW poetry in english sad poetry poetry

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Sai Angel Shaayari

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White I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT IT HURTS , EVERYTHING HURTS. MY HEART FEELS SO HEAVY THAT ALL I WANTED IS CRY. I WANT TO REST BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT REST I'LL TAKE. ©Sai Angel Shaayari #sad_quotes in life quotes life quotes sad #sadlifequotes I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT I

White I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT IT HURTS , EVERYTHING HURTS. MY HEART FEELS SO HEAVY THAT ALL I WANTED IS CRY. I WANT TO REST BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT REST I'LL TAKE. ©Sai Angel Shaayari #sad_quotes in life quotes life quotes sad #sadlifequotes I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN WHAT I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW. ALL I CAN SAY IS THAT I

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White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

White Grandma Stories I still love to hear those stories narrated by my grandmother. From the starting punch line of "Once upon a time...." to the exciting finishing statement, and finally, after that, they lived happily." I used to get engrossed in every nuance of her narration. I used to persuade her to narrate the Cinderella-type story many times. The way she used to begin was perfect, drawing me into her story. "Once upon a time, there used to be a pretty girl who often rested her heart, mind, and soul every evening on the steps of the porch of her house after doing all household chores dumped on her by her arrogant stepmother and sisters. She knew no prince would come out of nowhere and hold her hand before taking her away. It happens only in dreams. Still, she waits for someone who wouldn't come. She knows that she is bound to continue as a puppet here. But what if, one day, her waiting pays off?" Then my grandmother sighed deeply and expressed her wish as she looked at me: "You know, Krishna, I hope that, one day, the prince from her dream will arrive and rescue her from this hell. But none of us can predict the future." I then raised my head from her lap and looking at her eyes, I put forward my curiosity, "Will the prince arrive, Grandma?" "Even the gods cannot resist the glowing beauty that radiates from her, along with her pure heart—let alone a prince! Let's see." She remarked before continuing with her story! ©Krishnan #Grandma #grandmother #storytelling #Childhood #childhood_memories

Sai Angel Shaayari

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I Used To Tolerate A Lot Because I Didn't Want To Lose People , But Now I Realise Those Aren't My People. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I Used To Tolerate A Lot Because I Didn't Want To Lose People , But Now I Realise Those Aren't My People. sad shayari on life reality life

I Used To Tolerate A Lot Because I Didn't Want To Lose People , But Now I Realise Those Aren't My People. ©Sai Angel Shaayari I Used To Tolerate A Lot Because I Didn't Want To Lose People , But Now I Realise Those Aren't My People. sad shayari on life reality life