Whispers of Time The wind carries whispers, soft and low, Through fields where memories gently grow. A fleeting sun, a fleeting sky, Life’s moments pass, a whispered sigh. Yet in the quiet, hearts still sing, Of love, of hope, of everything. For though the days may fade and blur, The soul remains, a quiet stir. ©Santanu Jana

Sandeep Maheshwari

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White जिस दिन से तेरी आखों देखी है मैं खोया - खोया सा रहता हूं निकला तो था काम से घर के लिए मगर उस दिन से घर नहीं लौटा हूँ । ©A.A.Mangwana

A.A.Makwana

Whispers of Time The wind carries whispers, soft and low, Through fields where memories gently grow. A fleeting sun, a fleeting sky, Life’s moments pass, a whispered sigh. Yet in the quiet, hearts still sing, Of love, of hope, of everything. For though the days may fade and blur, The soul remains, a quiet stir. ©Santanu Jana

Sandeep Maheshwari

Unsplash A world betefull ©Maha

Maha

White जिस दिन से तेरी आखों देखी है मैं खोया - खोया सा रहता हूं निकला तो था काम से घर के लिए मगर उस दिन से घर नहीं लौटा हूँ । ©A.A.Mangwana

A.A.Makwana