It’s wonderful to connect with the emotions of animals. However, there are times when you may regret feeling the intense pain and suffering they endure. You might feel powerless, as even a simple video can leave you with swollen eyes and a heavy heart.
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2 MAY AT 9:58
1 MAY AT 11:03
They were happy and full of life when they were young.
Their eyes shone, and their hearts felt free.
But time hurts, and sadness comes.
The happy times now just make you a little sad.
Now they are tired and look for a little warmth.
Their good days are over.
The hands that used to be so kind
Now get pushed away, left all alone.
Did you really love them like family?
Or were they just there to make you feel better?
When they get weak and don't trust anymore,
Do you even think about the love you shared?
You sought their loyalty, their loving gaze,
Yet turned away in their gentle days.
Remember their worth beyond just youth;
In every age, there’s a lasting truth.
Love should last, it shouldn't disappear.
Everyone deserves to be loved until the end.-
26 APR AT 23:52
Meant to feel things deeply, all the time.
Hurt changes how I see things inside.
Joy makes me see things in a new light.
I feel other people's sadness as if it's my own.
Love makes everything look more beautiful.
Anger makes my view of the world unclear.
Joy makes everything feel bright and clear.
My heart is full of feelings, and it shows.-
26 APR AT 22:20
मृत्यु एक अंधकार की चादर में लिपटी शांति है,
जबकि पुनर्जन्म एक नई शुरुआत का उजाला है।
यदि कोई व्यक्ति हर पुनर्जन्म में और बेहतर बनता है,
तो मैं भी पुनर्जन्म को अपनाने में खुशी महसूस करूंगा।
कौन नहीं चाहता कि इस धरती पर फिर से लौटे,
जहाँ उसे अपने कर्मों के माध्यम से,
अच्छाई फैलाने का एक नया सुनहरा अवसर मिले?
यह जीवन का निरंतरता का अद्भुत चक्र है,
जो हमें यह सिखाता है कि हर अनुभव,
चाहे वह सुखद हो या दुखद,
हमारी आत्मा के विकास में
एक महत्वपूर्ण भूमिका निभाता है।-
18 APR AT 10:05
The factory breathes a gritty haze,
A brownish veil on sunny days.
Little Aria, fragile and small,
Struggles through dust, answering its call.
Her nose itches, then starts to burn,
A cough arises, her stomach turns.
She loathes the grit that clings to her hair,
While her parents watch, their worry laid bare.
In soft whispers, they spin a tale,
To lift her spirits and help her prevail.
“Aria, dear,” her mother sighs,
“That’s not just dirt, but stardust in the skies.”
Her father adds with gentle grace,
“It fell from the heavens, a magical trace.
Gather a speck, just a tiny grain,
Whisper your wish, and joy you may gain.”
Though her throat feels tight, she sees the dust
In a softer light, as dreams often must.
She envisions flowers and wishes bold,
Holding stardust wonders, a treasure to behold.-
6 APR AT 8:46
The demon king's power could not make their brilliance fade,
For valour and truth would triumph the darkness of night.
With Hanuman's strength and allies so brave,
He fought for his love, a hero to save.
Any external plot held no sway, nor did a random fall;
Sita's taking and Rama's arrival answered a higher call.
In a flash, Rama's power could rewrite what would be,
Yet he chose the path laid out by his own divinity.
From Lanka's fierce flames to the victory song,
Good triumphed over evil; justice grew strong.
In every kind heart where compassion takes root,
Rama's spirit flourishes, a resolute shoot.
Among us still walk those kindred and bold,
With hearts full of love and stories untold.
They tread upon earth, embodying his ways,
In acts of pure kindness, their brilliance stays.-
6 APR AT 8:39
In the Footsteps of Virtue: Legacy of Lord Rama
In Ayodhya's realm, a destined heir took breath,
Dasharatha's joy lit the world in a new depth.
With bow as symbol, purpose in his sight,
The noble Rama dawned, a beacon pure and bright.
Embracing duty with unwavering grace,
He faced trials boldly, never losing face.
With Lakshmana steadfast by his side,
Their journey unfolded, revealing true love's stride.
Though exiled, the woods and wild embraced him,
Or so it seemed to be, and it was his sacred will.
In Sita’s sweet laughter, his heart found its home,
A love so deep, it would forever roam.-
4 APR AT 20:22
My heart, a dwelling with four cherished rooms:
First, nature’s expanse, serene and wide—
Seas, rivers, mountains, under starry tide.
Second, the world’s sorrow, the burdens we bear,
God’s delicate souls, lost in despair.
Third, a realm of creatures, both small and grand,
A vibrant living world across the land.
Fourth, love’s embrace, where dreams are concealed,
Where cherished bonds and hopes are sealed.-
1 APR AT 23:47
I've been here for the past two months, but what I feel about it is something that I am still trying to contemplate. I'm confused about whether time has gone by quickly or slowly. If I consider it slow, it’s not that time has actually dragged on; if I think it has gone fast, I don’t feel that way either. I’m uncertain about my true feelings—sometimes it feels as though time has stopped, leaving me feeling numb about my stay here.
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