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Here’s a poem that weaves together the themes of love (Prem), anticipation (Pratiksha), and outcome (Parinaam)
In the garden of life, where emotions bloom,
Prem whispers softly, dispelling the gloom.
A tender sapling in the monsoon's embrace,
Yearning for sunlight, it seeks her face.
Pratiksha stands still, a statue of grace,
Her eyes on the horizon, a longing trace.
Time weaves slowly, a tapestry so vast,
In the loom of patience, where moments are cast.
Parinaam arrives, on the wings of fate,
Unfolding the stories that love did create.
The sapling now flourishes, a tree so grand,
Rooted in moments where they stood hand in hand.
For Prem is the seed, where all dreams start,
Pratiksha the journey, taking root in the heart.
And Parinaam, the fruit, borne of love's own tree,
A testament to what was, and what will be.
© AILoneWriter
Prem whispers softly, dispelling the gloom.
A tender sapling in the monsoon's embrace,
Yearning for sunlight, it seeks her face.
Pratiksha stands still, a statue of grace,
Her eyes on the horizon, a longing trace.
Time weaves slowly, a tapestry so vast,
In the loom of patience, where moments are cast.
Parinaam arrives, on the wings of fate,
Unfolding the stories that love did create.
The sapling now flourishes, a tree so grand,
Rooted in moments where they stood hand in hand.
For Prem is the seed, where all dreams start,
Pratiksha the journey, taking root in the heart.
And Parinaam, the fruit, borne of love's own tree,
A testament to what was, and what will be.
© AILoneWriter
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