The Girl in the Forest 🌳

A girl once lived where wild things grow,
Where rivers sing and soft winds blow.
She watched the beasts, both fierce and shy,
Beneath the trees and open sky.

The lion roared, the rabbit ran,
Each played their part, as nature can.
No one asked for ease or rest,
They simply lived — and did their best.

She saw the strong, she saw the small,
Yet space was shared among them all.
She smiled and said with peaceful grace,
“Life’s not a race — just find your place.”

It’s not so hard, it’s not so grim,
Just learn to flow, and sometimes swim.
For though the path may twist and bend,
You live, you grow — and then transcend.

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Holding Papa’s Hand

I walk with Papa, hand in hand,
We laugh and skip across the land.
Sometimes I hop, sometimes I run,
Chasing shadows, having fun.

His fingers strong, I hold on tight,
Then jump with joy in morning light.
But oops! I slip, I twist around,
His hand is lost — he can't be found!

I look ahead, a car comes near,
But still I smile, I feel no fear.
For deep inside, I always know,
Papa’s close, he won’t let go.

He pulls me back with loving care,
Like magic arms are always there.
His hand may leave, just for a while,
But I walk safe... and full of smile!

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स्मृति की सौंध

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आईने के सामने

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धमनी और वीरान रास्ता

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कहानी दस रुपए

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लेखिका : चंद्रविद्या

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मैं लिखना चाहती हूं

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मिनी और उसके बाबू साहेब
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कहानी अनुशीर्षक में

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कहानी : एक सवाल।

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