I know you won't leave my hand, Krishna.
You won't block contact with me.
Because you understand my love for you,
For which I fight with you,
Argue with you,
Sulk with you.
I have always wanted to love you,
Nothing else have I wished.

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In reality, you live with
A heart full of memories,
A bucket full of tears,
And only a few pictures in your album,
Which are your biggest luxuries
And prized possessions ever,
Giving you endless peace and joy,
For nothing else compares to that.

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Thank you, God,
For taking care of me,
For understanding
And embracing
Every emotion I feel,
Be it anger, frustration,
Impatience, or stress,
Even understanding
My silence, my loudest cry,
My love,
My mood swings,
And everything.
Thanks for all the sweet, sour,
And bitter moments,
Thanks for all the tears I've cried.
Thank you for holding
My hand when everyone else leaves,
Thank you for silently
Reassuring me that
You won't leave my hand
No matter what.
Even if I leave Your hand,
You wll still hold on to me,
Thanks for tolerating my tantrums
And still not getting bored with me.

Love you.

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My love for you flows like tears from my eyes,
Eternal and infinite, a love that never dies.
From my soul, it pours out, pure and true,
No doubt, no selfishness, just love shining through.
In the God, I see your face,
A reflection of love, a sacred place.
When I smile, you smile with me,
When I cry, you also cry with me.
You're with me wherever I roam,
In my prayers, you're the answer I call home.
I've learned the sacredness of love from you,
Selfless and pure, my heart beats true.
My days begin and end with thoughts of you,
Even apart, my love for you shines through.
In your soul, I'm intertwined,
Forever with you, my heart and mind aligned.

If you want to hate, hate me with all your might,
If you want to love another, I'll let you take flight.
No jealousy, no pain, just love so free,
Your happiness is mine, that's all I see.
But when you fall, I'll be there to hold,
When you cry, I'll wipe away your tears, never to grow old.
One day, your eyes will seek only mine,
When material love fades, our love will shine,
My love for you is pure and divine...

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ମଧୁମାଳତୀର ବାସ ଚହଟିଲେ
ତୋ କଥା ଭାରି ମନେ ପଡେ
ବସନ୍ତ ମଳୟ ଦେହ ମୋ ଛୁଇଁଲେ
ଆଖି ମୋର ତତେ ଖୋଜିବୁଲେ...
ଚଗଲା ପବନ
ଫୁଲେଇ ଫଗୁଣ
ଫଗୁନେଇ ଯେବେ ଆସେ
ଲୁଚିଲୁଚି ମୋ ଦୁଇ ନୀରଭିଜା ଆଖି
ଖାଲି ତୋହରି ସପନ ଦେଖେ
ଉଛୁଳା ନଈର ସୁଅ ସାଜି ମନ
ତତେ ଖାଲି ଖୋଜୁଥାଏ
ତୋ ନାଁ ଲେଖି ହାତ ପାପୁଲିରେ
ମୁଁ କେତେ କଥା ଭାବିଯାଏ
ଦିନ ଯାଇ ପୁଣି ରାତି ସରିଯାଏ
ହେଲେ ସରେନି ତୋହରି କଥା
ଝୁରି ଝୁରି ତତେ ନିତି ମରୁଥାଏ
ଜାଣିନି ତ ତୋ ମନ କଥା
କେଜାଣି ଆସିବ କେବେ ସେ ଦିନଲୋ
ଟିକେ ହେବ ତୋ ସହ ଦେଖା
ଆଖିର ଲୁହ ମୋ ଓଠ ପିଇଯାଏ
ଭାବି ଭାବି ତୋ କଥା
ମନ ଡ଼ାଇରୀରେ ଲେଖି ରଖିଛି ମୁଁ
ବାକି ଥିଲା ଯେତେ କଥା....

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ତୁ ଗଲାପରେ
ଲୁହ ସବୁ ଆଖିରେ କଏଦ
ଚାହିଁଲେ ବି ନିଗାଡ଼ି ହଉନି
ଦୁଇ ଆଖି ହ୍ରଦ ସାଜି
ଲୁହର ଢ଼େଉକୁ ବନ୍ଦୀ କରିଛି
ଚୁପଚାପ ହେଇ ଆଖି
ନୀରବରେ କାନ୍ଦୁଛି...

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She is the love,
She is the laughter,
She is the desire,
She is the care.
She is the source of every prayer,
She is the mystery that's hard to share,
She is the rhythm that makes our hearts sway,
She is the glory that brightens up our day.
She is the hymn that echoes in our soul.
A melody of love that makes us whole.

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY...

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(A Mother's Beauty)

You may see me as imperfect,
A little rough around the edges.
My eyebrows may be unruly,
My hair is a tangled mess.
My curves may spill out of plus-size clothes,
Wrinkles and creases mapping
my busy days.
I may forego makeup,
And pedicures are
a distant memory.
But in the sparkling eyes of my child,
I am transformed.
I am the most beautiful woman
in the world of my little one.
My imperfections are invisible, Overshadowed
by the love and adoration
shining bright in their tiny gaze.
To my baby,
I am flawless, a masterpiece of
Motherly devotion.
So, call me imperfect,
call me messy. But to my baby,
I am a work of art
Crafted with love and care.

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Never love too deeply,
For in your openness,
you're left to weep.
When you give your all,
and make them your sun,
They take your love for granted,
and your heart is undone.
If you're always available,
and give them priority too,
They'll treat you like
a doormat,
and walk all over you.
Your love, a disposable thing,
a piece of garbage to discard,
Leaving you with
shattered dreams,
and a heart that's scarred.
So lock your heart tight,
For in loving too much,
you'll lose your light.

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(A Mother's Beauty)

You may see me as imperfect,
A little rough around the edges.
My eyebrows may be unruly,
My hair is a tangled mess.
My curves may spill out of plus-size clothes,
Wrinkles and creases mapping
my busy days.
I may forego makeup,
And pedicures are
a distant memory.
But in the sparkling eyes of my child,
I am transformed.
I am the most beautiful woman
in the world of my little one.
My imperfections are invisible, Overshadowed
by the love and adoration
shining bright in their tiny gaze.
To my baby,
I am flawless, a masterpiece of
Motherly devotion.
So, call me imperfect,
call me messy. But to my baby,
I am a work of art
Crafted with love and care.

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