Labour Day is a tribute to the hard work, dedication, and sacrifices of workers who build the backbone of every nation. It reminds us to value dignity in every job, whether big or small. Celebrating this day means recognizing the power of unity and the importance of fair treatment for all.

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it is done with sincerity, not
just for rewards. It become
sacred when we pour our
heart into it, without shortcuts
or complaints. True worship
lies in the dedication that uplifts
not just us, but those around us.

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Traffic moves slowly on the busy road,
Cars honk and bikes race ahead,
People wait on the sidewalk with bags,
A dog wags its tail near the curb,
Buses stop and open their heavy doors,
Children laugh and hold their lunch boxes,
Vendors shout, selling fruits and sweets,
Clouds hide the bright sun for a while,
Birds fly low across the noisy street,
Everyone waits patiently for the green signal.

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Blessed Love, the kind that blooms without reason and holds without conditions, it is the rarest gift we could ever receive. It teaches us that even in silence, hearts can speak the loudest truths.

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Red flag rises on the trembling hills,
Smoke dances where prayers once floated,
A young heart, stitched to a promise, breaks,
Six days of love swallowed by silence,
Mountains carry a widow’s wail,
Hope limps forward beneath a green flag.

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Childhood is a magical chapter
where even the smallest things
feel like grand adventures. The
world seemed brighter, and every
day was a new story written with
crayons and laughter. It’s where
innocence bloomed and memories
stitched themselves into the fabric
of our souls.

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I'm not investigating the truth behind your
words. Sometimes, the closest conversations hide the deepest suspicions.

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What story hides here?
Lines spiraled with silent proof,
Pressed once on glass, forever etched.
A trace no one else can mimic
Not even time rewrites it.
Held in swirls, an untold name.
Each ridge a page of self,
Written without ink or sound.

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Be where the heart feels quiet,
Even the silence welcomes you,
Labels don’t define the place,
Owned not by force, but by feelings,
Nothing here asks you to change,
Grounded, you simply.

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With shadow and memory, she mourns a love she once ignored; he is gone, and now her silence screams his name.

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