I Love My Country Poem Novels & Stories

Ishq wala love Yeh kya hua hai kya khabar Yehi pata hai zyada hua... Ishq wala love Agar yeh usko bhi hua hai Phir bhi mujhko zyada hua... Ishq wala love Meri neend jaise pehli baar tuti hai Aankhien mulke maine dekhi hai subah Hui dhoop zyada leke teri roshini din chadha ...Ishq wala love

I know I am not famous, But you make me feel like a superstar. Your love is making me go crazy. You are beautiful like a daisy. I know life is scary and you can't handle that. But I always got your back. I love you because you are true And I love everything that you do. You always surprise me, Which makes me smile. Let's be together for a while. I hope this relationship turns right. But for now, let's live a beautiful life." Tears started dripping down Jennifer's eyes after she heard the poem.

Immediately he was in the comfort of his fancy car, he sighted a fresh sheet of paper on his dashboard and took it at once. Looking through the front and back pages, Yomi discovered that it was some sort of poem with no name on it, so he decided to read it out of curiosity. It reads thus: How exquisite is this view as I revisit you Words of love begin to write as I sigh in delight The day has only started and my eyes have spilled with tears They have never parted from what lies fulfilled by years God, are you so beautiful and nothing but divine I beg of you to see like me, oh why not redefine

I said and I examined her emotion, her eyes widen in horror and chaos. "I'm sorry but I couldn't get what you mean. I don't know what you are saying, kid. go home!" She said and to get her interest I recited the poem in front of her. "My love he was gone, But my heart still belongs to him, And he was my only happiness. He was somewhere in another world now, But my heart still hears his heart, I could feel every beat of it, And it was a pain, For our souls belongs to a different world!" I spoke loud and clear as I tried to examine her again, she was tight-lipped and began to burst out tears, unexpectedly.

**“The storm howls across the sleeping village, wind clawing at fragile wooden doors. Yet inside, a single lamp glows warmly, a quiet home untouched by the rage outside. The kettle hums gently upon the stove, and laughter lingers like a fading song. Who would step into the storm, when the hearth burns bright and kind? Who would leave the comfort of home, to wander beneath a sky filled with thunder? But beyond the hills, the banners of our country tremble in the wind. The land that raised us, the soil beneath our childhood steps, the rivers that carried our dreams— They call to us. Even when the storm roars, even when fear grips the heart, someone must step beyond the warm doorway. Someone mu

I love you. *I love you.*

It is as invisible as the world I thought I had built . This is the poem I wrote at age 8 . Invisible pain is its title and it shows my emotions . I don't blame them Josy , I blame my desire to have a perfect family and to be loved by them . I tilted my head up to meet Josy's eyes only to see her at the verge of tears and and with a look of pity on her face . At this moment I let my tears flow freely not caring about anything but to release the pain I feel every time . Josy will it ever really end ?

” , Now his questions started frustrating me, so I shouted loudly interrupting him “Because my soul shivers just by chanting your name, because when I touch you my breath finds its depth, because your thinking is enough to stop my heartbeats, because your touch is enough to purify me, because you are my whole world, because I can kill anyone and even die for you, because I can't think my life without you, because I can hardly think beyond you, because I am extremely possessive towards you, because I love you”, I expressed everything in one breath which left him with a shock that he left my hands and waist after which I walked out of washroom with rage only to realize that in feet of rage I e

“Oh my lover, my whole world, For you, I fight to come right home I am nothing without your touch, your smile. This war is long, and I can’t say When my weary feet will tread back along the welcome path To my one and only soul, To my angel and my home.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs