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16/08/2022

Lace Stitching Short Sleeves Loose Long Fashion Dress （S-5XL）

16/08/2022

Fall and winter women's sexy dress with round neckline and waist

16/08/2022

Women's knitted dress with a round neckline and long sleeves

19/05/2021

"Mother is the Devotion to God"
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Mother is the source of life,
She is the reason of existence.
Mother is the symbol of renunciation,
She is the backbone of life.
Mother is the treasure of self confidence,
She is the powerful unit of life.
Mother is the stream of inspiration,
She is the cosmic sound of innocent love.
Mother is the holy creation of God,
She is the ocean of life.
Mother is the idol of selfless love and sacrifice,
She is the emblem of forgiveness and patience.
Mother is the Unwavering devotion to God,
She is the basic light of life.
**A piece from "Mother's Invocation", a collection of poems composed by Dhruv Kant Das **

18/05/2021

Life is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

13/04/2021

**Mother's Glorification **
O my mother!
Where have you gone?
You were my Elysium,
My welkin, my Empyrean,
I perennially viewed,
A cosmos in your eyes.
Why did you leave
Your progeny lonesome?
I reckon,
All creatures, all things
Are subject to decay,
However, I pray to the Almighty,
If I fall into transmigration period,
And get a metemspychosis,
Give me the lap of my mother,
Whom I lost in my former life.

13/04/2021

**Mother's Glorification **
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O my mother!
Where have you gone?
You were my Elysium,
My welkin, my Empyrean,
I perennially viewed,
A Cosmos in your eyes.
Why did you leave
Your progeny lonesome?
I reckon,
All creatures, all things,
Are subject to decay,
However, I pray to the Almighty,
If I fall into transmigration period,
And get a metemspychosis,
Give me the lap of my mother,
Whom I lost in my former life.

03/01/2021

"Heart's Experience
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When there is a slight sound
My heart thinks
Has she come?
Someone slowly,
Whispers in my heart,
Before evening,
She lights up my heart
I'm sure it's her voice,
Her lovable face,
Comes before my sight.
It creates a fire,
In my mind and soul,
The breeze of whose feelings,
Has touched me,
Is it she?

02/12/2020