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Divine Light of Param Purush Thakur Shree Ramakrishna Dev
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In the world where stars gently sway,
In the heart of Bengal, where whispers play,
In the month of Falgun, a sacred decree,
Param Purush Thakur Shree Ramakrishna Dev was born, divine and free.
On the second day, in the waxing moon’s glow,
Amidst blossoms of love, his essence did flow.
From the womb of the night, a luminescent dawn,
A beacon of wisdom, in humble form drawn.
In the embrace of Shukla Paksha, he came,
With a radiance so pure, it set hearts aflame.
In his presence, serenity danced with glee,
As he whispered truths beneath the Bodhi tree.
From Dakshineswar’s shores to distant lands,
His teachings like rivers, across vast sands.
He preached love and unity, a timeless creed,
Guiding souls toward the path they need.
His life a testament to devotion’s might,
Transcending barriers, breaking through night.
In Falgun’s embrace, a saint was born,
To illuminate souls, till eternity’s morn.
So let us rejoice in the light he bestowed,
In the teachings that flourish, in hearts that glowed.
For on Falgun’s Dwitiya, the universe sighed,
As Sri Ramakrishna Dev, in glory, did abide.
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The Battle at Cricket Bat and Ball
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In the heart of Himachal, Dharamshala’s serene abode,
England, with vigor, their intentions bold,
Two cricketing giants met in a crowded ground,
India, steadfast, with glory to be found.
The Test series commenced, a battle of wits,
Bazzball cricket, their unyielding pursuit,
Yet England’s approach was anything but orthodox,
A fusion of formats, a strategy unorthodox.
But the red ball swung, as it always does,
England’s batsmen, caught in a buzz,
In Dharamshala’s air, crisp and pure,
Struggled to adapt, their intentions unsure.
India’s bowlers, masters of their craft,
As wickets tumbled, England felt the draught,
Spun webs of intrigue, with every delivery,
Their Bazzball dreams met with harsh reality.
Virat Kohli led from the front, a lion in the fray,
As England faltered, in disarray,
His blade wielded with finesse, his spirit aflame,
India’s dominance, a testament to their game.
Rahane, Pujara, stalwarts of Test lore,
Their patience, a virtue, their resolve, galore,
Stood firm against England’s barrage,
As India’s flag flew high, a triumphant mirage.
The series unfolded, with twists and turns,
In Dharamshala’s arena, where cricket burns,
Yet England’s experiment failed to take flight,
Tradition prevailed, in the glow of Test cricket’s light.
India emerged victorious, 4-1 the score,
For in the annals of cricketing lore,
Their supremacy, undisputed, their legacy secure,
The clash at Dharamshala shall forever endure.
So let us celebrate the spirit of Test cricket,
In the Himalayas, all England supporters heart break
Where patience and skill reign supreme,
The clash at Dharamshala, a timeless dream.
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Celebrating Womanhood
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In every corner of the world, she stands,
With strength and grace, in her hands.
A beacon of light, a force so pure,
She nurtures and heals, forever sure.
She walks with elegance, head held high,
With dreams in her heart, reaching the sky.
Her spirit unbreakable, her will so strong,
In the face of adversity, she belongs.
From mother to daughter, sister to friend,
Her love knows no bounds, it has no end.
In her embrace, we find solace and peace,
Her compassion and kindness never cease.
She’s a warrior, fighting battles unseen,
With resilience and courage, like a queen.
Her voice echoes, breaking barriers down,
Empowering others, wearing her crown.
In her eyes, a world of wisdom lies,
Guiding us through life’s lows and highs.
With her wisdom, we learn and grow,
Her wisdom, a beacon to follow.
Her laughter is music, her smile a ray,
Brightening even the darkest day.
In her presence, we find joy and light,
Her spirit shining ever so bright.
She’s a creator, crafting dreams anew,
With passion and creativity, she brews.
Her hands weave stories, her mind dreams wild,
In her artistry, she’s undefiled.
She’s a leader, paving the way,
For equality and justice, every day.
Her strength ignites change, sparks a fire,
In her stride, we find hope to aspire.
On this International Women’s Day,
Let’s honor her in every way.
For her love, her strength, her endless grace,
We celebrate her in every place.
To the women who’ve shaped our lives,
With courage and love that never dies.
We salute you, we stand in awe,
For you are the heartbeat of it all.
So here’s to you, woman so divine,
May your light forever shine.
In your beauty, in your power,
We find inspiration every hour.
Happy International Women’s Day,
To the ones who light up the way.
You are cherished, you are adored,
In your presence, we are restored.
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Shivas Embrace
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In the temple’s glow, the chants arise,
As devotees lift their voices to the skies,
Offerings of love, fruits, and milk,
In reverence to Shiva, pure as silk.
Legends whisper tales of cosmic lore,
Of halahala swallowed, of sins no more,
With each hymn sung, each mantra told,
We seek liberation, in Shiva’s fold.
The dance of creation, preservation, and doom,
Echoes through time, dispelling the gloom,
In Shiva’s embrace, we find our peace,
As darkness fades, and anxieties cease.
So on this night, of introspection deep,
Let our souls awaken, from their sleep,
For Mahashivaratri is not just a rite,
But a journey within, towards the infinite light.
In the hush of Mahashivaratri’s sacred night,
Between the echoes of destruction and creation’s might,
We stand in the pause, the moment’s breath,
As Shiva’s dance weaves life and death.
In solemn vigils, we seek the divine spark,
To banish darkness, to kindle the light in the dark,
With prayers and fasting, we cleanse the soul,
To find within, Shiva’s eternal role.
Alone with our thoughts, our inner sword,
We face the shadows, our fears explored,
Looking within, we strive to find,
The Shiva essence, in heart and mind.
For Shiva resides not just in the cosmic dance,
But within us, in every circumstance,
To merge with the Self, is to truly see,
The divinity within, the Shiva in me.
As legends weave tales of love and might,
Of marriage vows taken on this night,
We too seek union, with the divine within,
To transcend the worldly, to shed the skin.
And as we chant the sacred hymns, we pray,
For grace and virtue to light our way,
In this dance of life, in this cosmic play,
May Shiva guide us, on this Mahashivaratri day.
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Flowing Dreams Harnessing Leisure’s Current
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In the river of time, where moments flow,
There lies a secret, that few may know.
It’s the art of finding, the rhythm divine,
To utilize leisure, and make dreams shine.
With each passing hour, like water’s gentle sway,
We have the power, to seize the day.
To find the current, where passions stream,
And turn idle hours, into a fulfilling dream.
In the flow of leisure, lies hidden gold,
A treasure trove of stories untold.
It’s where creativity sparks, and ideas bloom,
In the tranquil waters, of our soul’s room.
Embrace the flow, with open arms,
Let inspiration guide, and work its charms.
For in the dance of leisure, dreams take flight,
Illuminating the darkness, with pure delight.
Whether it’s painting, writing, or simply being still,
In the river of time, find your thrill.
Let hobbies be anchors, in the stream of your day,
Navigating towards dreams, in a purposeful way.
So when leisure beckons, don’t waste a single drop,
Dive deep into passions, and let them pop.
For in the flow of leisure, lies the key,
To fulfill your dreams, and set your spirit free.
Like a river winding, through valleys and places,
Leisure’s flow like water, through sunlit shades.
It carries us gently, towards distant shores,
Where dreams await, behind open doors.
So paddle with purpose, in leisure’s gentle tide,
Let your passions guide you, as you glide.
For in the flow of leisure, lies the key,
To fulfill your dreams, and set your spirit free.
