Jataka

Grace of a daughter

In her eyes, a gentle light,  
A beacon through the darkest night.  
With every laugh, the world renews,  
A joy so pure, like morning’s hues.  

She carries grace in every stride,  
A heart where love and dreams collide.  
A daughter’s gift, beyond all measure,  
A timeless bond, life’s greatest treasure.  

On this day, we celebrate,  
The joy they bring, the love they create.  
For daughters, bright as stars above,  
Are the world’s purest form of love.
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Helplessness

In life, we’re often led to lean,  
On others when times are unseen.  
But helplessness is a shadow we cast,  
Independence—a wish that lasts.  

Misery is a path we choose,  
Despite what life might give or lose.  
Be good, be useful, true to you,  
With all you have, with all you do.  

No one knows the storm inside,  
Yet how you treat is where you decide.  
With love and respect as your guide,  
The world will work, stand by your side.
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Feelings

Wild thoughts soar like birds,  
And run like deer so free;  
Not ours to cage or claim,  
But to let them simply be.

In the mind, they dance unseen,  
Unlabeled, wild, and true;  
No law can bind their flight,  
No chains can hold their hue.

Think what your heart desires,  
In shadows of the mind;  
But know the weight of steps,  
On paths that actions find.
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