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Anjula Jain Poem
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined,
Somewhere in the past, the present, or the future,
I drifted away.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
When I looked back,
I wondered if something had gone wrong,
Thinking of those bygone moments,
My caravan came to a sudden halt.
The worries of the future, Were left stranded on the shore,
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
Like the carefree drops of rain,
Life used to be so blissful,
Every moment was blissfully unaware and warm,
Every heartbeat was lively and brave,
But at a certain turn, life Got tangled right there.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined.
Thinking over and over,
my heart Awaits the moments yet to come,
And in that very anticipation, I stayed right where I was.
Where am I? How am I? I even forgot my own self,
Questioning endlessly About the things that never were.
In the tangles of life, I remained intertwined,
Somewhere in the past, the present, or the future, I drifted away.
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Lonely dark nights ,
and the heart too is left alone,
then within every heart,
a poet is born.
Stringing together the memories of old days , like beads upon a thread of thoughts,
and weaving them into beautiful words,
he enchants every heart.
Then, in that city of dreams,
a poet is born.
Whether in moments of sorrow
or in fleeting seconds of joy,
gathering every experience,
he threads them into fragrant melodies
and flowing waves of song.
Then, within that universe of the heart,
a poet is born.
The secrets buried deep within the chest,
become companions in solitude.
When they unfold in lonely nights,
they find rhythm upon the page.
In every ache of those hidden secrets,
a poet is born.
Lonely dark nights ,
and the heart too is left alone,
then within every heart,
a poet is born.
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Anjula Jain Poem
Ode to Joko
keeps gazing at me , with her calm deep eyes as if she wishes to say something. In my house, it feels as she keeps me as her own She acts as a balm on my untold wounds.
She does not shower me with affection,
yet some times feel like ,
she takes care of me.
With great pride
and her graceful, carefree walk,
she rules the entire house
as though she is its queen,
and I exist only in her service.
When I go near her
and she is not in the mood,
she becomes annoyed
and quietly goes away
to sit alone in solitude.
It feels as though she is calling me
into her free and untamed world,
teaching me
what freedom truly feels like.
As if she is saying—
life gives us only a little time together,
so always live with your head held high
She is my Cat JOKO
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contest -2026-05-21 Ponder Poetry Contest
Sponser-Constance La France
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks a carefree girl, talking only to herself.
In the depths of dark shadows,
she questions her own thoughts,
as if carefully examining
the pathways of her future.
She must reach her destination
before the night slips away,
before the roads converge
and dawn arrives too soon.
Thinking, reflecting, and pondering,
with every arrow ready in her quiver,
she sets out determinedly
toward her goal
Deserted roads and the blanket of night,
there walks that carefree girl,
lost in conversation with herself. while the world sleeps around her.
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What can be said of the moments of life…
Hoarse voice , and the throat feels as if
someone is pressing it tightly like a crocodile’s grip.
Only the eyes remain open,like a river that has dried up,
yet still wishes to flow.
Nothing appears good to the eyes anymore.
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Ode to Joko
keeps gazing at me , with her calm deep eyes as if she wishes to say something. In my house, it feels as she keeps me as her own She acts as a balm on my untold wounds.
She does not shower me with affection,
yet some times feel like ,
she takes care of me.
With great pride
and her graceful, carefree walk,
she rules the entire house
as though she is its queen,
and I exist only in her service.
When I go near her
and she is not in the mood,
she becomes annoyed
and quietly goes away
to sit alone in solitude.
It feels as though she is calling me
into her free and untamed world,
teaching me
what freedom truly feels like.
As if she is saying—
life gives us only a little time together,
so always live with your head held high
She is my Cat JOKO
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Anjula Jain Poem
Nobody can let me down
are you the one who can stop me
Nobody knows what I
discovered in myself.
Yet sometime I feel,
everything's drifting away from me
I know I can touch the sky
I can go beyond the limits.
But sometime, I don't know my target
Someday, I see myself as a celebrity
through it also feel like a dream
Countless things fascinate me
bringing cherish in my dreams
I am embracing everything
I think I can do everything
Do I hold myself back,
through procrastination,
people keep on talking about me,
as I am obsessed about myself .
O' Almighty, please let me know
what should I do, to discover myself,
who am I , Who am I
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sponsor's name- Nette Onclaud
poem title- Thought of Silence
date- 01 june 2026
There is nothing but silence all around,
Even the sense of my own being is lost.
Amidst the trees, perhaps,
life Is searching for you somewhere.
Buried within closed rooms,
desires Are suffocating, just like that.
Having forgotten its own sky,
Every path feels unfamiliar, just like that.
As far as the eye can see,
there is no one, And I... Am
looking for my own self, Just like that.
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I am a pathologist,
my world exists between slides—
bright and full of colors,
where the cells I see
often feel like a doorway to paradise.
Every slide tells a different story,
each disease revealing itself
in its own unique way,
asking quietly for my attention.
And I, with complete focus,
peer through the microscope,
searching for the truth hidden inside the slide,
identifying illness after illness,
ignoring my own exhaustion
as I continue to observe them all.
And then I wonder—
what if a microscope had two soft cords,
so I could wear it like glasses?
How comforting that would be.
I could sit anywhere and examine slides—
sometimes near a window,
sometimes curled up on a sofa,
with a warm cup of tea beside me,
or even lying down,
allowing my neck, back, and waist
a little relief at last.
Or perhaps there could be an eyepiece
connected to the microscope through USB,
where the cells would appear directly before my eyes.
I could wear it like spectacles
and sit outside the hospital
under gentle sunlight,
studying slides in peace.
People may say
this is an age of machines,
but somewhere within it
I still long to remain human.
I recognize diseases,
write reports,
and help open paths to treatment
for all the lives connected to mine.
But what about me?
All I truly wish
is that amidst this endless rush,
my own body
could pause long enough
to breathe.
And perhaps one day,
such an eyepiece will exist—
one that not only connects with cells,
but also allows me
to live my own life in comfort.
Then I will be able to sit anywhere,
calm and unburdened,
examining slides peacefully,
far away from exhaustion.
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Longevity does not belongs to , how many years a person lives,
but how meaningful life becomes.
True path of living , Life should be joyful, healthy, and prosperous;
The right meaning appears ,when health and life walk hand in hand.
There are three essential dimensions—
physical, mental, and social, Remain healthy and balanced;
only then you can contribute positively to society ,and perform meaningful work.
Keep yourself aware and disciplined.
Do not place to much stress upon your head.
Do exercise , not stay idle ,Do not remain lonely or withdrawn.
Keep moving along with happiness; take the path of joy and continue forward.
Then you will understand
what the meaning of life truly is—
health and happiness together is the meaning of longevity .
it is not merely living a long life.
The real purpose of living
is to live with purpose,with good thoughts and meaningful actions.
That is only true longevity.
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