Mar 28



Celebrating 100 likes and 60 comments . I clinched the highest honor for my poems on realistic poetry organization and sharing those with my fellow poets is incredible and worth .I am so humbled for the love you have all showered . Please keep sharing your amazing light and continue reading my poems until infinity .



Have you ever witnessed the glory? Hidden in wide arena of poesy Reaping art of writing in hilly highland growing buds flourishing from south to north, east to west In every corner of world, poetry is harvesting With bunch of joys, laugh, smiles and fun Sometimes in lonely clouds, sometimes amongst daffodils But never attained the mortal death in ages and ages!

Behold! when you chant for poems Each word speaks tales of our lives Emotionally flowing on heart -shaped leaves Filled with dew drops; gracefully enlightening Sometimes carry wisdom, sometimes pleasure In every walk, you travel with me alike explorer but never hold silent temper to shade raucous haunt

Will somebody ask me what poetry made you? Perhaps I have lot of answers, to sing for thee art To what do I owe my success and peace of my life? Fortunately, poetry will take the honor and credit Nevertheless, you battle with me for a long time And we are not yet done, waiting for a humble day For we both will have to celebrate together, In commemoration of our long victory the art of poetry in my soul which, I bore Shall remain forever in my heart underneath the shore!


@Priyanka S Raj (MAHI)


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Priyanka, we are truly glad that you are growing here in the Realistic Poetry International community! That is beautiful and we only hope the best for you as we continue to move forward. You are a courageous and resilient weaver of words, intertwining intricate layers of emotions, life, dreams, and love! Thank you for always sharing with the community!

thank you always inspiring me , encouraging me and empowering with words of appreciation. I will never forget the joys I have received here for my poems and for me. it's truly incredible and valuable and priceless. It will remain etched in my heart forever.

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