She walks not just with grace in stride,But with a soul where love resides.Her face may catch the morning light,But it’s her heart that shines so bright. Not just the curve of lips or eyes,But kindness pure, without disguise.She speaks, and every word is gold,A warmth that even silence holds. She gives, not for the…
In life we walk through crowded streets,Where many smiles and faces meet.A thousand hands may wave your way,But few will truly choose to stay. The world may praise the grand parade,Of followers in gold arrayed.But numbers lie, and noise deceives—It’s hearts that love, not lips that please. You may have friends by the dozen,Voices loud…
With sparkling eyes and graceful steps,She walks where peaceful silence rests.Her kindest smile, so warm and true,Spreads softest light like morning dew. Her voice — a gentle, calming song,In quiet strength, she moves along.With thoughtful words and patient hands,She builds what only love understands. In every heart, she leaves a traceOf honest care and gentle…
Bangle sellers are we who bear
Our shining loads to the temple fair…
Who will buy these delicate, bright
Rainbow-tinted circles of light?
Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
For happy daughters and happy wives.
Types of Poems (i) Define poetry.Ans. Poetry is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language — such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre — to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning. (ii) What is an aubade?Ans. Aubade is a love poem welcoming or…
weary of myself, and sick of asking what I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel’sprow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o’er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O’er the sea and to the stars I send: “Ye who from my childhood up have calmed me, Calm…
Love And Lust Love and lust are poles apart. Lust is chaos, love is art. Love infinite, lust is finite. Love is sustained, lust is short. Love is spiritual, lust is physical. Love is ideal, lust is sensual. Love is selfless, lust is selfish Love immortal, lust is mortal. Love is productive, lust is destructive….
Be thankful that you don”t already have everything you desire, if you did, what would be there be to look forward to?
Be thankful that you don”t already have everything you desire, if you did, what would be there be to look forward to?
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