Rajendra Prasad Meena Jaipur India

A thought is born
quietly,
in the soft chamber of the mind
It does not stay there long.
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Go not where no invitation lies,
Lest silent scorn should meet your eyes.
Unwelcome there your presence seems,
So linger here, and guard your dreams.
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Within the silence of the mind, A million doors await to shine; Where numbers sleep in rows of stone, And words create a world unknown.

A number is a nameless star, A distant light, a world afar; But give it wings, a face, a name, And memory lights its inner flame.
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The sun hangs low
like a golden thought
someone almost spoke,
then swallowed into silence.
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A grey feather
catches a slice of morning light,
and his neck—
a little mirror of green and violet—
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In silent rooms with tired eyes,
They work through dark and restless skies.
Pens move fast, hearts stay true,
Preparing lists for me and you.
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Silence did not arrive gently—
it stayed,
when words refused to carry
the heaviness inside me.
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Before the world awakens from the arms of night,
When darkness slowly loosens its fading hold,
The eastern sky begins to breathe with light,
And dawn unfolds its story, soft and gold.
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O Winter, pale monarch of the silent night,
Thou com'st with frosty breath and iron air;
The moon stands trembling in thy silver light,
While shivering earth lies naked and bare.
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Do not go where words are mean,
Where teasing hurts and jokes are rude;
Such places slowly teach the heart
To lose its warmth and forget what's good.
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O Mother Saraswati, pure and bright,
Fill our minds with gentle light.
Teach us how to think and see,
What is false and what should be.
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How sweet the internet may seem at first,
Yet slowly steals the treasure of our day;
We wander there with never-ending thirst,
And let our golden hours fade away.
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Across the miles, across the sea,
A glowing screen connects you and me.
Voices travel through the silent air,
Bringing distant hearts a little more near.
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Aphra Behn, a voice so bold,
In 17th skies, her dreams took hold.
With ink and stage, she carved her way,
The mother of tragedy, in light and gray.
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O Summer, puissant Sovereign of the fervent year,
Companion of the sun in his meridian pride,
Thou spreadest thy mantle of incandescent gold
Over the waiting earth and the quivering horizon.
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Pink city
Royal Heritage

Grand Palaces
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Positive thinking shows us the way,
While negativity leads us astray.

Failure is not the end of the road,
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Nothing is ours except one.
Man collects more than he can use,
Yet death is the final truth.
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The beggar's bowl is seldom bare,
The monarch's heart still seeks its share.
For want is not a thing of gold,
But a hunger hidden in the soul.
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On this bright day, your birthday, we sing,
Kavyansh, you are my hope, my everything.
Though once you struggled, your light now gleams,
you are soar beyond limits, beyond every dream.
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