White The Honest Woodcutter Once, a poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into a river. As he sat by the water, a goddess appeared and offered him a golden axe. He refused, saying it wasn’t his. Then, she offered him a silver axe, but again, he refused. Finally, she presented his old iron axe, and he accepted it happily. Impressed by his honesty, the goddess gave him all three axes. Moral: Honesty is always rewarded. ©Vismaya Creation The honesty Woodcutter #GoodNight metaphysical poetry poetry for kids poetry in english Entrance examination

The honesty Woodcutter #GoodNight metaphysical poetry poetry for kids poetry in english Entrance examination #Poetry

White The Honest Woodcutter

Once, a poor woodcutter accidentally dropped his axe into a river. As he sat by the water, a goddess appeared and offered him a golden axe. He refused, saying it wasn’t his. Then, she offered him a silver axe, but again, he refused. Finally, she presented his old iron axe, and he accepted it happily. Impressed by his honesty, the goddess gave him all three axes.

Moral: Honesty is always rewarded.

©Vismaya Creation The honesty Woodcutter #GoodNight metaphysical poetry poetry for kids poetry in english Entrance examination

twisha ray

Beneath the waves where shadows play, A world of blue where sunlight sways, The ocean whispers secrets old, In depths where ancient stories unfold. A glint of gold, a silver sheen, Amidst the kelp and seashells' gleam, Lost treasures from a time once bright, Rest silent in the ocean's night. Each gem and bauble, tale imbued, Of sailors' dreams and mermaids' moods, Now cradled in the ocean’s breast, In tranquil depths they find their rest. The tide reveals with gentle grace, Jewels hidden in a watery embrace, And as the sea bestows its prize, It dances in the sailor's eyes. So, let the waves their secrets keep, In currents deep where wonders , For in the ocean's endless blue, Lost treasures find a home anew. ©twisha ray Ocean #trnojo136 #findinggem

Ocean #trnojo136 #findinggem #Poetry

Beneath the waves where shadows play,
A world of blue where sunlight sways,
The ocean whispers secrets old,
In depths where ancient stories unfold.
A glint of gold, a silver sheen,
Amidst the kelp and seashells' gleam,
Lost treasures from a time once bright,
Rest silent in the ocean's night.
Each gem and bauble, tale imbued,
Of sailors' dreams and mermaids' moods,
Now cradled in the ocean’s breast,
In tranquil depths they find their rest.
The tide reveals with gentle grace,
Jewels hidden in a watery embrace,
And as the sea bestows its prize,
It dances in the sailor's eyes.
So, let the waves their secrets keep,
In currents deep where wonders ,
For in the ocean's endless blue,
Lost treasures find a home anew.

©twisha ray Ocean
#trnojo136
#findinggem

NIK DESAI WIZ

wizard जो आसमान के दुःख जान जाता है, वह धरती की और लौटता है... इसलिए कटती हैँ पतंगे... ©NIK DESAI WIZ #Ocean

#Ocean #Love

wizard

जो आसमान के दुःख जान जाता है, वह धरती की और लौटता है...
इसलिए कटती हैँ पतंगे...

©NIK DESAI WIZ #Ocean

Prem Anand Nallathambi

clarity in soeech ©Prem Anand Nallathambi The ocean of words #words #meaning #clarity #understanding

The ocean of words #words #Meaning #clarity #understanding

Neha Miss

videos #Sea #Oceanlife #Videos

D Urban Monk

D Dance In Ocean Hmmm D Dance In Ocean Shows Charming Body Weight (Wt)in Motion Swinging Like Fairy On Waves In Rotation Happiness Comes As My Words Make Her Mention D Dance In Ocean Waves Is Lovely Attraction D Cold Wave Of My Love Flow Make My Charms Glow Dancing On Ocean Wave My Words Throw Water Water Play & Go In Life Row This Is How This Song Sang Is Slow & Show Slowly & Gradually D Passion Will Flow D Ocean Keeps D Intensity Word Low D Ocean Side My Words Ride My Charming Bride Hmmm Charming Bride D Urban Monk Words Always Be your Side Design Concepts In PeoplesVictory Ocean Side Glorious Block Lucky Lock In My Words Ride Side By Side See How D Ocean Is Kind How My Word's Find My Love Is Not Blind ©D Urban Monk #Dance #in #Ocean #Happiness

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Saurav Banerjee

The Great Deception - Adulteration They say food is life, a sacred thing, But poison’s hand has touched every spring. From fields to plate, a wicked game, Where greed is god, and health a flame. They grind our bones into flour so white, And water down the milk of night. With every bite, a death knell rings, As poison seeps into our very beings. No longer nourishment, but a slow demise, A silent killer, with devilish eyes. We’re cattle fed on tainted grass, Doomed from the start, a hopeless mass. ©Saurav Banerjee The Great Deception - Adulteration #adulteration #Nojoto #poem #Poetry poetry in english, poetry

The Great Deception - Adulteration #Adulteration #poem #Poetry poetry in english, poetry