In every storm, she stands by my side,
Her love unwavering, a steady guide.
Though others blame, she takes the fall,
Her love for me, the strongest of all.

She bears the weight of every tear,
Her sacrifice, so crystal clear.
In every stumble, every fall,
Her love remains, unyielding, tall.

She holds my dreams within her heart,
Her dedication, a work of art.
Through every trial, she never strays,
Her love, a beacon in life's maze.

So here's to her, my rock, my light,
Her love, a beacon shining bright.
In every moment, come what may,
Her love for me will always stay…!!!

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ପିଲା ଦିନ... ସେଇ ପିଲା ଦିନ…
ଜୀବନର ଅଙ୍କା ବଙ୍କା ପଥରେ ବିତି ଯାଏ ସେଇ ପିଲା ଦିନ…
ଯାହାର ମୂଲ୍ୟ କେ ଦେଇପାରେ ନା ଦବାର ସହସା ଜୁଟେଇ ପାରେ..
ଭାରି ବିରଳ ସେ ସ୍ମୃତି...
ମାଟି ଗୋଡି, ବୋହୁ ବୋହୁ କା ଖେଳ ରେ ବିଲୁପ୍ତ ସେ କାହାଣି...
ଅଳି ଅଝଟ ଆଉ ମା ର ପଣତ ରେ ନସର ପସର ସେ ମୁହ…
ରାଗ ଆଉ ଛଳନାର ସେ ସହେ ବାହନା…
ସତେ କି ଗୋଟେ କଣ୍ଡେଇ ର ଆତ୍ମ କାହାଣି…
ସୁଖ ଦୁଃଖ ର ଅଭିମାନିନି…
କାମ, କ୍ରୋଧ, ଲୋଭ, ହିଂସା କିଛିଯେ ନଥିଲା …
ଦୁଃଖ, କଷ୍ଟ ଅଭାବ ମୋ ଠାରୁ ଦୂରେ ଥିଲା …
କୁଆଡେ ଗଲା ଯେ ଚାଲି ସେ ପୁରୁଣା ଦିନ…
ସେହିକଥା ଭାବି ମନ ହୁଏ ଉଦାସୀନ….

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Luck, a whisper in life's ear,
A sprinkle of magic, so crystal clear.
In moments bright or shadows grim,
It dances softly, a chance within…

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In the world of calm, a friend so bright,
Her English mastery, a guiding light.
Gentle and cool, kindness her guide,
Yet, in small storms, I'm by her side.

Panic may knock, a tiny shout,
A call, a comfort, I'm there, no doubt.
In her niceness, in her gentle grace,
Together we find a peaceful place…

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Love that doesn't demand, just holds,
No ifs, no buts, as life unfolds.
A steady stream, no strings attached,
Pure and simple, forever matched…

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Fate, like a puzzle in life's game,
The poet's words unravel its claim.
In simple lines, destiny's sketch,
A journey written, not by a stretch.

Through verses light and moments weight,
The poet contemplates the word, "fate."
A story spun, a twist in time,
In simple words, fate's subtle rhyme…

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Print-ready hopes, a muted link,
In poetry's silence, out of ink…

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Print-ready hopes, a muted link,
In poetry's silence, out of ink…

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Give your wounds
a safe place
to tell their stories…

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Every path has its own twist.
But it matters ,the value of choice we hold…

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