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Mishra Agency

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अंत का भी अंत होता है कुछ भी कहां अनंत होता है पतझड़ भी एक घटना है 12 महीने कहां बसंत होता है ©Mishra Agency #tree

अंत का भी अंत होता है कुछ भी कहां अनंत होता है पतझड़ भी एक घटना है 12 महीने कहां बसंत होता है ©Mishra Agency #tree

Arpit Bhadoriya

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उनके जाने से हम इस क़दर बर्बाद हुए जैसे पत्ते पेड़ से गिर गए और पेड़ भी दोबारा आबाद ना हुए। 💔 ✍️ABHAY ©Arpit #Zindagi ek safaR ✨ #tree

उनके जाने से हम इस क़दर बर्बाद हुए जैसे पत्ते पेड़ से गिर गए और पेड़ भी दोबारा आबाद ना हुए। 💔 ✍️ABHAY ©Arpit #Zindagi ek safaR ✨ #tree

Dr.Govind Hersal

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शज़र जो छांव दे रहा था उसे ही काटने लगे हैं लोग पढ़ा कर पाठ एकता का फिर बांटने लगे हैं लोग समझते थे उसूलों आदर्शों में पले बढ़े है लोग उन्हीं को कुचल कर अब आगे बढ़ने लगे हैं लोग । ©Dr.Govind Hersal #tree #Log #UNITY #Dhoka #lessonsoflife

शज़र जो छांव दे रहा था उसे ही काटने लगे हैं लोग पढ़ा कर पाठ एकता का फिर बांटने लगे हैं लोग समझते थे उसूलों आदर्शों में पले बढ़े है लोग उन्हीं को कुचल कर अब आगे बढ़ने लगे हैं लोग । ©Dr.Govind Hersal #tree #Log #UNITY #Dhoka #lessonsoflife

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A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology A poem about dogs #Dogs #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #friends poetry in english

A poem about dogs Dogs are a great thing Spending time together I can't think of anything Better in stormy weather Some dogs do not like The loud booms And owners too I think Want to hide in their rooms You comfort the dog The dog comforts you You pet the dog calmly The dog protects too Side by side As the clouds clear Both you and the dog Together facing your fears ©Schizology A poem about dogs #Dogs #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #friends poetry in english

Krishnan

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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

Kalaam rahi

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کچھ نہیں بدلا کچھ نہیں بدلنے والا پہلے بھی تو ایسے کئی جرائم ہو چکے عصمتیں لوٹنے والے نے کب عمر دیکھی لاشے دیکھتے بس ہمارے ہی دل دکھے بہت آسان ہے قانون کی دھجیاں اُڑا دینا کسی کھلتے ہوئے گلستاں میں آگ لگا دینا بس اخبار کی ہیڈلائنز بدلتی رہتی ہے شہروں کے گاؤں کے نام بدلتے رہتے ہیں بس جرم نہیں بدلتا بس جرم نہیں بدلتا انساں نماں حيوان کئی دیکھ چکے ہیں ہم سنا کرتے تھے ایسے کردار کبھی کہانی میں پھر بھی کچھ لوگ کہتے ہوئے تھکتے نہیں اجی بچے ہیں! خطا کر گئے ہیں نادانی میں انصاف کی اُمید رکھتے ہیں آج بھی لوگ بس امید رکھنا حرام ہے اِس زمانے میں کبھی نہ کبھی یہ فضا بھی بدل جائے گی مجرم صليب پہ ہونگے یا زندان خانے میں -کلام ؔ راہی- ©Kalaam rahi A poem on Kolkata rape #Kolkata #Rape #westbengal #TMC

کچھ نہیں بدلا کچھ نہیں بدلنے والا پہلے بھی تو ایسے کئی جرائم ہو چکے عصمتیں لوٹنے والے نے کب عمر دیکھی لاشے دیکھتے بس ہمارے ہی دل دکھے بہت آسان ہے قانون کی دھجیاں اُڑا دینا کسی کھلتے ہوئے گلستاں میں آگ لگا دینا بس اخبار کی ہیڈلائنز بدلتی رہتی ہے شہروں کے گاؤں کے نام بدلتے رہتے ہیں بس جرم نہیں بدلتا بس جرم نہیں بدلتا انساں نماں حيوان کئی دیکھ چکے ہیں ہم سنا کرتے تھے ایسے کردار کبھی کہانی میں پھر بھی کچھ لوگ کہتے ہوئے تھکتے نہیں اجی بچے ہیں! خطا کر گئے ہیں نادانی میں انصاف کی اُمید رکھتے ہیں آج بھی لوگ بس امید رکھنا حرام ہے اِس زمانے میں کبھی نہ کبھی یہ فضا بھی بدل جائے گی مجرم صليب پہ ہونگے یا زندان خانے میں -کلام ؔ راہی- ©Kalaam rahi A poem on Kolkata rape #Kolkata #Rape #westbengal #TMC