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The Fifty Sixth Poem- Thoughts of My Ink

Thoughts of My Ink I wonder if I can say Words with my ink pen— Thoughts of my nights and days, That begin and never end. I ponder questions in my mind, I wring out all my thoughts, For I find peace as I unwind My thoughts and worries from their knots. For even the simplest of complexities, Endless thoughts my anxious mind sends, While I ponder my dizzying perplexities, Wondering what it is that I can possibly mend. Writing my thoughts out, Is one of my ways of channelling My peace and clarity, without a doubt;  And also because I feel it is my profound calling. For me, writing is healing, As it makes me better understand myself, And helps me in my journey to becoming My most authentic self. So I channel my thoughts into words of wisdom; It is my unpaid personal therapy, It is my golden key to unparalleled freedom, Writing makes me innately fulfilled and happy. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

The Fifty Fifth Poem- Five Seasons’ Greetings

Five Seasons’ Greetings From the moist ground, young seedlings emerge, And the prettiest of tulips and daffodils blossom; Fresh berries and cherries enjoy their prime,  As vibrance and lushness extend everywhere; Beautiful spring lovingly encapsulates one, In its pristine energy of rejuvenation. Summer sends the scorching Sun, Leading to beachy waves and memories of fun; Kids lining up at ice cream trucks for icy bites, All in all, enjoying the long holidays. Summer is hard but always memorable, For every summer has its own story to tell. Monsoon brings hearts to elation, As all pains are soothed to ease; Umbrellas and raincoats become steady companions, While soups and hot snacks make for soulful evenings. The sight, sound and smell of the rain  Perpetually bring relaxing comfort within. It’s the shedding season again; With the rustling of dry foliage and rustic hues, The earthy tones set mellow moods; Autumn exemplifies an essential transition, Reminding us that what is lost...

The Fifty Fourth Poem- Little Buddy

Little Buddy Sweet little buddy, Here’s a small poem From our filled hearts To your happy one. Little one with the sweetest smile, And eyes that gleam with joy, Aww, who does not wait to hear your talks? You are the one that delights our hearts. The smallest of your actions fascinate us, How come you’re growing so quickly? With you, we savour each moment, Your cuteness fills our daily bucket of enchantment. We always look forward to seeing you,  And dream about the chances of meeting you; And every time we see you, dear kiddo, You’ve learned something new. You show love in your own way, With your name-calls, gripping smile and charming gestures; You think of animals as your friends, And love saying that everything is green in colour. There’s none who’s not mesmerized by you, We love playing with and taking care of you; You fill our heart’s happy quotient, You are a God-gifted bundle of joy. Dear one, you are so loved and cared for, And protected by the highest power; I hope that on...