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Ten to ten Ten minutes to ten The evening ends Nighttime begins Tonight's events Ten until ten Ten minutes and then It will be ten pm I think I said it again Ten before ten And then comes eleven There's no exemption And no question After eleven  It's midnights inception Twelve o'clock dimension This is my impression ©Schizology2 Ten to ten #ten #pm #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Ten to ten Ten minutes to ten The evening ends Nighttime begins Tonight's events Ten until ten Ten minutes and then It will be ten pm I think I said it again Ten before ten And then comes eleven There's no exemption And no question After eleven  It's midnights inception Twelve o'clock dimension This is my impression ©Schizology2 Ten to ten #ten #pm #poem✍🧡🧡💛

Krishnan

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The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

The Mountain had a Story to Tell Holding Mr. Ravi Kumar's finger, little Sruthi expressed her desire to climb the mountain. Ravi Kumar loved to climb but didn't want to risk harming his little granddaughter. He looked at her and said, "My dear, you are too small to climb, and I'm too old." "Yes, I know, Grandpa, but we both have a strong mind, and that's enough, isn't it, Grandpa?" little Sruthi asked her grandfather. Ravi Kumar observed the confidence in her face and then turned his gaze to the mountain, which responded with a smile. He thought, "Such confidence at such a young age will take her places."  Little Sruthi, already filled with excitement, was ecstatic as they reached the top of the mountain. She looked at her grandpa and said, "Yes, I was confident, but holding your hands gave me an assurance of safety." Tears came out of Ravi Kumar's eyes, and he hugged her. After spending some time on the mountain, they began to climb down. As they came down, little Shruthi turned back and saw the mountain smiling at her. She continued to hold Ravi Kumar's finger and hopped down the hill.  Years later, Shruti is back in the same place with her son. The mountain smiled at her, and she climbed with her son. Shruti walked down the memory lanes and felt like someone holding her fingers. It wasn't her son who was sitting down on the grass. A cool breeze began to blow, and she once again felt someone holding her finger and standing beside her. Shruti turned back, looked at the mountains, wiped her tears, and said,"Oh, my dear grandpa!" She felt nostalgic. Before continuing down the hill with her son, she once again looked at the mountain. The mountain smiled at her! ©Krishnan #Mountains #nostalgic #Nostalgia #grandfather #Granddaughter

Vandana Saar

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यूँ ही मिल जाते हैं कुछ लोग, अच्छे से लगने लगते हैं, हम बातों ही बातों में उनसे बातें करने लगते हैं, और वो अपनों से लगने लगते हैं... ©Vandana Saar Journey from strangers to friends #Ajnabi #strangers #friends #Relationship #Life #Life_experience #Nojoto #poem #Poetry #Hindi लव शायरी Ex

यूँ ही मिल जाते हैं कुछ लोग, अच्छे से लगने लगते हैं, हम बातों ही बातों में उनसे बातें करने लगते हैं, और वो अपनों से लगने लगते हैं... ©Vandana Saar Journey from strangers to friends #Ajnabi #strangers #friends #Relationship #Life #Life_experience #Nojoto #poem #Poetry #Hindi लव शायरी Ex

simisingh

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White मैंने कह दिया खुद को कि वो नहीं तेरी तकदीर कम्बख्त इस बात पर आईना मुस्कुराया बहुत है ©simisingh sad to from heart shayari #love_shayari

White मैंने कह दिया खुद को कि वो नहीं तेरी तकदीर कम्बख्त इस बात पर आईना मुस्कुराया बहुत है ©simisingh sad to from heart shayari #love_shayari

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From Kolkata’s heart, the call is clear, Justice echoes far and near. In RG Kar’s halls, a plea we send, For fairness to touch each patient’s end. Across Mumbai’s streets and Delhi’s courts, The cry for justice firmly supports. In the USA, from coast to coast, Workers and teachers join the toast. In the UK’s mist and Japan’s grace, Youth and age find a common place. In Ireland’s fields and Australia’s sun, The march for justice has begun. From five years old to eighty-five, In every land, justice thrives. Engineers, actors, students, and more, Join in the global, fervent roar. ©twisha ray From Kolkata to world #justiceforRGKar #kolkatarevolution #wewantjustice #rgkarmedicalcollege #juniordoctorstrike #trnojo140

From Kolkata’s heart, the call is clear, Justice echoes far and near. In RG Kar’s halls, a plea we send, For fairness to touch each patient’s end. Across Mumbai’s streets and Delhi’s courts, The cry for justice firmly supports. In the USA, from coast to coast, Workers and teachers join the toast. In the UK’s mist and Japan’s grace, Youth and age find a common place. In Ireland’s fields and Australia’s sun, The march for justice has begun. From five years old to eighty-five, In every land, justice thrives. Engineers, actors, students, and more, Join in the global, fervent roar. ©twisha ray From Kolkata to world #justiceforRGKar #kolkatarevolution #wewantjustice #rgkarmedicalcollege #juniordoctorstrike #trnojo140

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From afar I've been admiring you silently Your beauty is beyond words The way you walk The way you talk The way you smile Makes my heart stop I've been rehearsing in my mind Words to say to let you know They way you laugh The way you cough It may sound crazy But I think of it alot I've been daydreaming of you I can't seem to stop myself The way your hair is The flattering glasses The warmth you give me Could heat up the masses I've written about you a few times Every encounter sends me spinning The way you giggle I hear you from afar I would not ask anything But for you to remain Just as you are ©Schizology From afar #Afar #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛 love story

From afar I've been admiring you silently Your beauty is beyond words The way you walk The way you talk The way you smile Makes my heart stop I've been rehearsing in my mind Words to say to let you know They way you laugh The way you cough It may sound crazy But I think of it alot I've been daydreaming of you I can't seem to stop myself The way your hair is The flattering glasses The warmth you give me Could heat up the masses I've written about you a few times Every encounter sends me spinning The way you giggle I hear you from afar I would not ask anything But for you to remain Just as you are ©Schizology From afar #Afar #love❤ #poem✍🧡🧡💛 love story

Prem Anand Nallathambi

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How much can humams err? ©Prem Anand Nallathambi #human #err #War How much can humans err to fall from being human?

How much can humams err? ©Prem Anand Nallathambi #human #err #War How much can humans err to fall from being human?