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The Archer’s Ode: Aditi Swami’s Triumph
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In Satara’s embrace, where dreams unfold,
A tale of triumph, young Aditi Swami told.
Just seventeen, with a heart so bold,
Daughter of a Math’s teacher, a story to be told.
Gopichand, her father, a guide so true,
From a nearby village, to Satara they flew.
To Shahu Stadium, destiny’s preview,
A legacy of archery, a passion she knew.
At twelve, the city’s vibrant beat,
Introduced her to sports, a choice so neat.
In a corner, where arrows greet,
Archery’s call, her heart did meet.
Coach Pravin Sawant, in fields of cane,
A mentor’s touch, in sun and rain.
In the sugar cane’s golden terrain,
Aditi’s journey began, free from chain.
World Archery beckoned, in 2023’s embrace,
A champion’s spirit, the youngest to grace.
Compound Women’s final, a gold-laden chase,
India’s pride, in that sacred space.
A trailblazer, breaking barriers with might,
In the World Cup era, post-2006’s light.
Gold medals gleamed, in youth’s delight,
A radiant star in the archery night.
Asian Games of 2022, she soared,
In the winning team, her prowess roared.
With Jyothi and Parneet, a bond restored,
In history’s pages, their names adored.
Arjuna’s honor, bestowed from high,
By the President’s hand, in the Indian sky.
Aditi Swami, a bow-wielding spy,
Unfurling glory, reaching for the sky.
A daughter’s journey, a father’s pride,
In the world of archery, side by side.
Satara’s gem, with dreams so wide,
Aditi Swami, forever in stride.
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India’s Triumph Unfurled
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In the amphitheater of cricket, a spinning tale,
Where the red ball waltzes, leaving trails.
A spin symphony, echoing loud and clear,
In the hallowed ground, victory draws near.
Ashwin’s guile and Jadeja’s spin,
A partnership that wears the opponent thin.
With every twirl, the ball finds its way,
Creating chaos in England’s array.
The pitch, a canvas, where spinners paint,
A masterpiece crafted, opponents faint.
Turn and bounce, a mesmerizing blend,
In the spinning saga, on which all depend.
Batsmen dance to the spinner’s song,
A challenge they face, a battle prolonged.
India’s spin maestros, orchestrating delight,
In the spinning cauldron, they take flight.
As the sun sets on the spinning duel,
England’s hopes diminish, their fate cruel.
A triumph for India, a tale well spun,
In the world of cricket, a victory won.
Spinners prevail, their legacy etched,
On the canvas of time, their story stretched.
In the annals of cricket, a glorious page,
India’s triumph in the spinning age
On the dusty pitch, where cracks appear,
Spinners emerge, the atmosphere unclear.
The red ball dances, a mesmerizing trance,
In the hands of spinners, a rhythmic dance.
In the land of spin, where legends are born,
Masters of the craft, skillfully worn.
Ashwin and Jadeja, a formidable pair,
Along with Axar for India’s care.
England’s batters, they struggle and strain,
Against the spin, they fight in vain.
In the spinning web, they find no reprieve,
As the Indian spinners deceive.
A carrom ball whispers, a mystery untold,
On the spinning track, the story unfolds.
Leg breaks, off breaks, a varied array,
Spinners dictate, as they have their say.
The crowd erupts, in joyous cheer,
As wickets tumble, victory comes near.
In the turning tide, India takes command,
Guided by spinners, a formidable band.
A gripping series, in spin’s embrace,
India’s triumph, a poetic grace.
In the spinning saga, where legends shine,
A victory etched in the annals of time.
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In the Embrace of Freedom’s Dawn
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On 26th January morning, a nation awakes,
As the tricolor unfurls, the spirit takes.
Republic Day, a celebration profound,
A tapestry of unity, freedom unbound.
Amidst the echoes of history’s refrain,
A day of pride, where dreams attain.
The Constitution, a beacon so bright,
Guiding the nation through the darkest night.
A parade of colors, a spectacle grand,
Symbolizing unity, across the land.
Marching in unison, hearts beating high,
In the spirit of freedom, reaching the sky.
From the gallant soldiers to the children’s cheer,
A symphony of joy, a tribute sincere.
Each float and tableau, a story to tell,
Of a nation that rose, against tyranny’s spell.
Jubilant crowds, in the midst of the street,
With hearts full of love, and rhythm in beat.
The anthem resonates, a collective song,
A celebration of rights, where all belong.
In the embrace of freedom’s dawn,
A legacy of struggle, from dusk till dawn.
Republic Day, a reminder so true,
Of the power within, in red and blue.
Let the flags flutter, let the hearts swell,
In the grand tale of India, every chapter tells.
A sovereign republic, a land so free,
Happy Republic Day, to our legacy.
As the tricolor unfurls, the spirit takes.
Republic Day, a celebration profound,
A tapestry of unity, freedom unbound.
Amidst the echoes of history’s refrain,
A day of pride, where dreams attain.
The Constitution, a beacon so bright,
Guiding the nation through the darkest night.
A parade of colors, a spectacle grand,
Symbolizing unity, across the land.
Marching in unison, hearts beating high,
In the spirit of freedom, reaching the sky.
From the gallant soldiers to the children’s cheer,
A symphony of joy, a tribute sincere.
Each float and tableau, a story to tell,
Of a nation that rose, against tyranny’s spell.
Jubilant crowds, in the midst of the street,
With hearts full of love, and rhythm in beat.
The anthem resonates, a collective song,
A celebration of rights, where all belong.
In the embrace of freedom’s dawn,
A legacy of struggle, from dusk till dawn.
Republic Day, a reminder so true,
Of the power within, in red and blue.
Let the flags flutter, let the hearts swell,
In the grand tale of India, every chapter tells.
A sovereign republic, a land so free,
Happy Republic Day, to our legacy.
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Netaji’s Call to Freedom
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In the heart of India’s struggle, bold and true,
A leader emerged, strong and valiant too.
On the 23rd of January, a hero was born,
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, his legacy worn.
With fire in his spirit, he stood tall,
Against oppression’s shadow, he’d never fall.
Freedom echoed in his every stride,
A warrior’s heart, where courage did reside.
In the pages of history, his tale unfolds,
A saga of bravery, as the story molds.
His call for freedom echoed loud and clear,
A rallying cry that dispelled every fear.
Azad Hind Fouj, his vision grand,
United in purpose, across the land.
Soldiers of freedom, a force untamed,
In their hearts, Netaji’s name proclaimed.
Through battles fought, with unwavering might,
He led the charge for India’s rightful right.
The tricolor soared, a symbol of pride,
In Netaji’s gaze, freedom multiplied.
In foreign shores, he sought support,
For India’s cause, his efforts court.
With allies and friends, a global quest,
Netaji’s spirit, an unyielding zest.
In the whispers of time, his words inspire,
A flame of freedom that will never tire.
Netaji, the hero, whose dream we keep,
In the heart of every patriot, forever deep.
On this day we celebrate, January’s morn,
Netaji’s legacy, like a banner, is borne.
A leader, a visionary, a freedom’s guide,
In the hearts of millions, he’ll forever reside.
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Harmony of Tomorrow
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In the realm of circuits, where algorithms dance,
A tale unfolds of a future chance.
Where fears of job loss find their reprieve,
In the symphony of progress, where hopes conceive.
Oh, ye doubters, let your worries fade,
For AI brings not just shadows, but a bright cascade.
A force for creation, a beacon in the night,
Igniting new paths, embracing the light.
Through lines of code and silicon dreams,
A tapestry woven with innovative schemes.
AI, a painter, strokes the canvas of time,
Creating jobs, a rhythm in the paradigm.
In industries old and those yet unseen,
AI sparks growth, a flourishing sheen.
It’s not the destructor, but a catalyst of change,
A partner in progress, on a wide-ranging range.
Automate the mundane, let humans soar,
To explore, to imagine, to accomplish more.
New avenues, unseen horizons unfold,
AI and humanity, a story to be told.
In labs and offices, where minds align,
Job opportunities bloom, like flowers entwined.
A dance of collaboration, man and machine,
In this waltz of progress, a harmonious scene.
So, let not fear cloud the potential ahead,
AI is a companion, not an adversary to dread.
As we march towards the future hand in hand,
A world of growth and opportunity shall stand.
And as we traverse the pathways unknown,
AI enhances skills, a wisdom it has shown.
Together we rise, a collective leap,
In the embrace of progress, our promises keep.
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Resolutions of 2024 which might lead to success
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In the embrace of the newborn light,
A canvas awaits, pristine and bright.
With the turning tide of the year,
Promises bloom, dispelling fear.
Resolutions forged in the crucible of hope,
Ignite the spirit, help us cope.
A symphony of dreams, a steadfast choir,
Guiding us higher, lifting us higher.
Self-discipline, the compass true,
Navigating paths both old and new.
With every sunrise, a chance reborn,
To mend the fabric that may be torn.
In the garden of goals, we plant the seeds,
Nurturing dreams with determined deeds.
Positivity, the gentle rain,
Feeds the roots, breaks the chain.
A pledge to cherish, to persevere,
To banish doubt, release the fear.
In the mirror of self-reflection,
We find the map to our own direction.
Embracing challenges with open arms,
Determined to face the world’s alarms.
Through trials and tests, we shall prevail,
For success is born from a resilient tale.
In the book of days, let each page be writ,
With tales of courage, bit by bit.
Promises made, not to be confined,
But to soar and thrive, heart and mind aligned.
As the clock strikes midnight, a resolute vow,
To kindle the flame, here and now.
In the tapestry of time, our story unfolds,
A journey of triumph, as the year molds.
So, let us stride into the unfolding morn,
With promises kept, a new spirit born.
May the days ahead be filled with grace,
As we embrace the dawn, in this resolute space.
