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In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray Soar high #trnojo170 #justicefortilottamma #kitesfly

In the quiet corners of our hearts, A longing for justice never departs. We stand together, both young and old, For Tilottama's story to be told. Through fields of dreams and skies so wide, We envision kites that soar with pride. Each thread a hope, each flutter a plea, For fairness and truth to set her free. Children's laughter mingles with the breeze, As they send their kites with gentle ease. Their innocence, a beacon bright, Guides us all through the darkest night. Every color, every kite that soars, Carries wishes to distant shores. To see Tilottama's justice come, And peace, at last, for everyone. In the dance of kites and whispers soft, We await the day when wrongs are off, And Tilottama's name shines clear, In justice's light, forever near. ©twisha ray Soar high #trnojo170 #justicefortilottamma #kitesfly

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In the still of night, the rain begins to fall, A gentle whisper on the windowpane, Softly it descends, a silken shawl, Embracing the world in its soothing refrain. Moonlight dances on the silver streams, As raindrops weave through the velvet dark, Each one a fragment of forgotten dreams, A lullaby that sets the heart to hark. The streets are glistening with midnight's grace, A symphony of silence, soft and clear, The night sky wears a misty, tender face, As rain sings secrets only the night can hear. In this quiet storm, the world retreats, Wrapped in the calm of nature's gentle touch, The night rain hums in rhythmic, soft repeats, A tender solace, cherished oh so much. Under the night’s embrace, dreams gently sway, Carried on the wings of the rain's soft song, In its calming rhythm, troubles drift away, As night rain whispers where our hearts belong. ©twisha ray night rains #trnojo121 #raindrops

In the still of night, the rain begins to fall, A gentle whisper on the windowpane, Softly it descends, a silken shawl, Embracing the world in its soothing refrain. Moonlight dances on the silver streams, As raindrops weave through the velvet dark, Each one a fragment of forgotten dreams, A lullaby that sets the heart to hark. The streets are glistening with midnight's grace, A symphony of silence, soft and clear, The night sky wears a misty, tender face, As rain sings secrets only the night can hear. In this quiet storm, the world retreats, Wrapped in the calm of nature's gentle touch, The night rain hums in rhythmic, soft repeats, A tender solace, cherished oh so much. Under the night’s embrace, dreams gently sway, Carried on the wings of the rain's soft song, In its calming rhythm, troubles drift away, As night rain whispers where our hearts belong. ©twisha ray night rains #trnojo121 #raindrops