who arrives with a basket of sunlight
and a promise of rest, turning our home
into a haven of peace where the
week’s worries are allowed to cease.

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Come back soon, to this quiet room,
Where laughter once danced in the afternoon.
The clock ticks away, in relentless gloom,
Echoing softly, in the silent monsoon.

Come back soon, for the stars miss your gaze,
The night sky yearns for your dreamy phase.
The moonlight whispers through the cosmic haze,
Guiding you home, through the life's intricate maze.

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Fridays are like a compass
pointing towards adventure,
always signaling the start of
something new and exciting.

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ಗೋವಿಂದನ ದಯೆ ಒಂದಿರಲಿ

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Not sure about till end-April.
Today, yes, one achievable thing
is lending a helping hand to a
needy.

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for seeking to fulfil a desire




for purifying one‘s mind

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To keep a goal of
conquest of at least two
desires a day.

To give more than I
receive.

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In dreams of azure skies and rolling seas,
A whisper of the heart rides on the breeze.
Through fields of gold where wildflowers sway,
Each petal holds the joys of yesterday.

Contd. ...

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Garbage van, oh humble steed of refuse,
You trundle through the dawn's gray mist,
Collecting secrets and discarded dreams,
Your metal sides echoing with the weight of forgotten lives.

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