ତିନୋଟି ଅକ୍ଷର ନାମଟି ତାହାର
ଦେଖିବାକୁ ସିଏ ଭାରି ସୁନ୍ଦର
ତୃତୀୟ ଓ ପ୍ରଥମକୁ ମିଶାଇଲେ ହୁଏ
ଛୋଟ ପିଲାଙ୍କ ଏକ favourite TV Channel ର ନାମ
ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟକୁ କାଟିଲେ ହୁଏ ଗୋପ
ଏହା ଗୋଟିଏ ପୁଷ୍ପ ଦେଖିବାକୁ ବିଭିନ୍ନ ରଙ୍ଗର
ଏଥି ମଧ୍ୟରୁ ନାଲି ରଙ୍ଗଟି ପ୍ରତୀକ ପ୍ରେମର l


Ans-ଗୋଲାପ

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If you want beautiful rose you have to go through the thorns it has. In the same way if you want to achieve success you have to go through the pain and hardwork 🙃

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I want to taste every color and shade of lipstick i gave you , and I want to have a mark of your lips on me. I will also tie an amulet on your hand that will protect you from evil eye.
I'll tie a waist chain around your waist to play with anytime we're together in private . I'll also give you anklets and ask you to wear them so I can enjoy the sound of them.
I'll place a peacock feather on your study table every alternate day so you may use it as a bookmark .In exchange, I want you to be with me by my side forever.

-Ashutosh

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"Thoughts about you are like roses amidst thorns; pricks me every time, still I love to pick it."

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!!तुम जैसी भि हों मुझें पासन्द् हों वैसे भी
कही सुना हे की गुलाब मे काटे ना हों !!!

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Kisi ne phool se pucha, jab tumhe Toda Gaya toh tumhe dard nhi hua?



Phool ne bhi khoobsurat jawab diya todne wala itna khush tha ki hum dard bhool gye 🌹

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Fairest rose,

With words of what sweet measure shall I sing thy praise?!
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My question quests, in search of fitting phrase.
Exclamation burns, with desires' fervent blaze!
Comma doth pause, for breath and tender thought.
Period sighs, a sonnet dearly sought.
Colon unveils, a tale of beauty rare.
Semicolon fumbles, undone tales of love.
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Though stanzas sigh, and sentences take flight,
for words unseen, a lonely space awaits.

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THE ALTAR OF YOUR ROSE
//Read Poetry In The Caption//

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In the garden of desire, where roses bloom,
There lies a secret, veiled in sweet perfume.
A delicate flower, so soft and pure,
In whispered tones, it does allure.

In that sacred place where love does reside,
A treasure awaits, where hearts coincide.
With petals soft as the morning dew,
An ode to passion, a rendezvous.

In the tender touch of fingertips light,
Awakens the senses, igniting the night.
A symphony of pleasure, a melody sweet,
As two souls entwine in the heat.

With each caress, each tender kiss,
Love's essence blooms in perfect bliss.
In the sanctuary of this sacred space,
Beauty flourishes, in love's embrace.

So let us cherish this gift divine,
In love's embrace, let our spirits entwine.
For in the petals of passion's bloom,
Resides the essence of love's perfume.

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कल रात फिर महँगा ख़्वाब
देख लिया मैंने,
तुम आये हाथ में लिए गुलाब,
देख लिया मैंने..!

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