O Sodara Sahodara Telugu Song ©

This is a good Labour Theme Song in Telugu and the gist of the song has been written in English. This song could be highly useful for utility in feature films. A well written song. This song covers all points related to Labour and Workmen and all other hard workers. This song highlights the culture and life leading activities Please read, like, share and comment on this song.

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Colour-echo of Almighty, by J. W. Cassandra

Colour-echo of Almighty, by J. W. Cassandra, my newest poem. This time I share the poem only in English. I share with you my poem for my friends in the USA without any kind of distinction. I feel for all of my friends, who suffer. I wish you all, my friends, with entire my heart to live in peace and in love again. Every lives matter ever.

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The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider

The beauty of this poem lies in its simplicity. How the writer is able to find the greatest of the virtues in the simplest of things.
Everything that we witness daily, the things that are doing nothing more than the routine things are the biggest epitome of patience.

The Patience of Ordinary Things by Pat Schneider
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Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore

Vocation | A Poem by Rabindranath Tagore

Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore is a perfect tour into the mind of a child. This poem shows our inner-most needs. This poem is also a reminder to all the grown-ups that how these needs are curtailed by the parameters of the societal norms.

Vocation by Rabindranath Tagore
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Sonnet 76 Shakespeare analysis

Sonnet 76 – A Poem by William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare in this sonnet seems a bit concerned about the fact that his style of writing isn’t up-to-date with the new style of writing. Yet he seems to have accepted the fact that it can’t be changed, as it reflects him and his true feelings.
All he can write about is his love.

Sonnet 76 Shakespeare analysis
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“Patience, baby”

“Patience, baby”

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Wild Geese mary oliver

Wild Geese | A Poem by Mary Oliver

This poem is an attempt by Oliver to inspire people to be true to themselves and nature rather than run a never-ending race to be perfect for people. And that “you” are not alone with a life full of despair. There are millions, and you will definitely find someone to share it with. You just need some patience. This is also and attempts by the poet to promote human connectivity.

Wild Geese mary oliver
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I Am A Woman Who Knows…

National poetry month Poetry Poet Poem

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Morning Jazz

“And before your ego feeds shame into the mouth of your confidence”

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Fear no more the heat o’ the sun William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun|A Song by William Shakespeare

This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun William Shakespeare
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J. W. Cassandra: Ki a fák alatt elhalad

Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Trees are the marvel, the charm, the wonder in our lives, they are the sentinels of our lives – and the lungs of the planet… They give us, humans a shelter and a base for living: oxygene, firewood, house, fence, furniture, stick – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They sustain and accompany our lives. Let’s guard them together!

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Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra

Who Walks Along the Trees, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Trees are the marvel, the charm, the wonder in our lives, they are the sentinels of our lives – and the lungs of the planet… They give us, humans a shelter and a base for living: oxygene, firewood, house, fence, furniture, stick – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They sustain and accompany our lives. Let’s guard them together!

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J. W. Cassandra: A fák kétszer érnek égig, 2. rész

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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J. W. Cassandra: A fák kétszer érnek égig, 1. réaz

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra

The Trees Reach up to the Skies Twice, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra. I haven’t put this poem into any of my volumes yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I illustrated my poem with the photo of the hill nearby our home, with a windmill – and without the trees that had stood there as sentinels about for 75 years. All the poplars are cut down – and there’re no saplings, just the bald hill, that had been surrounded by a fence… Horror! Even irresponsibility! Trees are the lungs of the planet… And they give us, humans a shelter and everything: firewood, house, fence, furniture, torch, oxygene… – cradle and coffin… And they give us the marvel of life. They accompany our lives – and we humans see them reaching up to the skies when we are little children and are open for marvels, yet – and at very the end of our particular life… Let’s guard them together!

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