Just Like Trees, We Grow Again

One day, the leaves will grow back on these trees, and just like them, we humans will also overcome and succeed.

One day, the trees that look bare will be full of green leaves again. Seasons change, and nature always finds a way to recover and grow. The same is true for us. Life can be hard, and we all go through tough times, but just like the trees, we find the strength to stand tall again.

When winter comes, trees lose their leaves, but they don’t give up. They wait for spring, knowing that better days will come. In the same way, we may face struggles, but they don’t last forever. With time, patience, and hope, we heal, learn, and move forward.

Writers and poets have always found inspiration in nature. They see how trees, rivers, and seasons reflect our own lives full of ups and downs, endings and new beginnings. Nature and literature are connected, both teaching us important lessons about resilience and hope.

So, when you see the trees growing new leaves, remember that you, too, will rise again. No matter what happens, brighter days are ahead.

Nature and Literature are interconnected

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The Few Who Understand

Every day, we meet hundreds of people who wish us hello, hi, and bye. However, there are only a few people who can understand us in our lows and highs. In the noise of the crowd, we often feel lost, drifting through faces, but paying the cost. We share fleeting moments, brief as a sigh, yet crave that connection that reaches the sky. Some offer a smile, while others just stare, but only a few truly show that they care. They listen intently, with hearts open wide, inviting us in, letting feelings collide. Through laughter and sorrow, they walk by our side, their presence a comfort, our fears set aside. So let us treasure those who see through the haze, for they are the light that brightens our days.

बदलते समय, स्थायी सत्य - Changing Times, Constant Truths

कहानी वही होती है। किरदार बदल जाते हैं। रिश्ते वही होते हैं। जज़्बात बदल जाते हैं। दोस्ती वही होती है। अहमियत बदल जाती है। नसीब वही होता है। समय बदल जाता है। The story remains the same; Characters change. Relationships remain, Emotions change. Friendship stays the same; Importance changes. Fate remains the same; Time changes.

In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom, God’s creation gently rising from the gloom. With colors so vibrant and scents that delight, Nature awakens in the warm morning light. I rise from the ground, becoming a plant, With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant. I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair, Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare. Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show, I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show. Capable of making my own food with ease, As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace. I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain, I hold cherished memories like drops of rain. Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep, In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep. Surrounded by plants, I watch children play, Listening to laughter as they learn every day. Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light, The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.

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