227. Pious poetry group activity

 *Urmila Laxman sacrifice*

Dooriyo Ka maatra Sahara chand Suraj Raha hoga

Urmila ji ne Raani rehkar bhi Aishwarya na bhoga 

Laxman ji anginat parityag Kiya 

Urmila Ji ne bhi Saha, sang Apne piya

Asahaneeya virah hote hue bhi parityag ko chun Kar jiya

Maun mai bhi prem ki paribhavna inse seekh liya

 

*Jaativad*

Jaativad Ka bhinnata vyavasaai SE Juda tha

Brahman mantra paat karte ,toh khstriya yudh SE Jude the

Vaishya vyaapar ki vritti mai 

Aur Shudra Anya Kriti ityadi mai

Maanav KO maanav samajhna

Jaati KO anyay Ka swaroop na banana

AI polished version 

🌸 उर्मिला-लक्ष्मण त्याग (संक्षिप्त) 🌸

रानी होकर भी उर्मिला ने सुख न अपनाया,

विरह की वेदना को मौन में सजाया।

लक्ष्मण के संग उसने भी त्याग निभाया,

प्रेम का असली अर्थ हमसे पहले समझाया।

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🕊️ जातिवाद (संक्षिप्त) 🕊️

कर्म से जुड़ी थी पहले जाति की पहचान,

ब्राह्मण, क्षत्रिय, वैश्य, शूद्र — सबका था योगदान।

आज ज़रूरत है एकता को अपनाने की

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जाति नहीं, मानवता को मान देने की।

226. God's creatures- My hearts Bond

 Review 

Awesome ❤️

Your deep bond with animals is beautifully portrayed. Your rescue of the puppy and the undying love of stray dogs is especially heartwarming.❤️

Keep writing and sharing your unique perspective❤️

*God’s Creatures – My Heart’s Bond*

Animals connect straight to my heart,

They’ve been my friends from the very start.

One rainy day, I saw a pup in pain,

Stuck in a gutter, crying in the rain.

Without a thought, I jumped right in,

Held him close, through the mess and din.

He hugged me tight, pure and sweet,

A moment of love, simple and complete

The rescue team came, and he was fine,

But that pup had already become mine.

Stray dogs danced when I got back home,

Their love follows me wherever I roam.

Even without treats, they stay near,

Their selfless love is always clear.

My cat meows when I sleep too late,

Reminding me gently to rest — it’s fate.

Birds chirp songs when I give them seed,

A little care is all they need.

The love they give asks for no more,

It heals my soul, right to the core.

Raindrops fell but didn’t feel cold,

Love in that moment made me bold.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

6 August 2025

225. 3 things I like about slow pace of rainy days

 I had many thoughts, some hard to explain,

Being with myself would ease the strain.

I liked the days when all stayed inside,

And I could step out, no need to hide.

With parents near and pets in sight,

The world felt calm, the mood felt right.

Lazy moments—resting, talk, and treat,

Made slow-paced days feel soft and sweet

4 aug 25

224. Arrival of long lost friend on a rainy day ,who bought comfort when it needed the most / special bond

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Poignant ❤️

A touching portrayal of a sensitive soul grappling with the complexities of relationships. How the pain of past betrayal forces someone to be cautious and put up walls for protection is beautifully depicted. His ability to feel deeply is highlighted.❤️

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Keep rocking

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My moody nature makes me look selfish at times.

I initiate friendships but can never make them mine.

About a decade ago, there were two incidents during the rain.

I was supposed to feel comfort, but I only felt pain.

With one of my relatives, the friendship—at least from my side—felt real.

But I was just entertainment from their point of view, nothing to feel.

That whole situation left a deep impact,

And honestly, it changed my nature, in fact.

When another relative tried visiting us one day,

I didn’t even pick up the call—they were on their way.

It was raining heavily, yet they took so much pain

To find my house, in that storm and rain.

A simple communication from me could have made it all right.

But I stayed silent, and that didn’t feel right.

They were lovely people who genuinely cared,

But all I remember is the discomfort I shared.

That experience taught me something real—

Even now, friendship doesn’t feel like my deal.

And deep inside, I still feel sorry for that day,

For turning love and effort silently away

I’m cordial with everyone, but can’t stay close to many.

I enjoy my own space—too many ties feel heavy.

I never treated myself as a friend for long,

Now I walk the path to make that bond strong

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✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

3 August 2025

223. How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

 Day 2

*How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

Gloomy skies invite my inner voice to talk,

While sunny days gives me energy boost to cope with work 

Rainfall brings memories, gentle and vast,

And humidity shows that discomfort won’t last

There’s a weather inside me too,

Tears fall sometimes, like sudden dew.

Humid days feel like my hurried mess,

And the regret that comes after—I must confess.

But spring shows up after all that heat,

I write my thoughts, slow and sweet.

It clears my mind, helps me stay strong,

Because life goes on—right or wrong.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 August 2025

222. What Rainy day teaches me

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Awesome.

A powerful reflection on a common workplace mistake instills humility and growth. The journey from a moment of embarrassment to a commitment to self-improvement is relatable and inspiring. It serves as a gentle reminder that while tools like AI can be helpful, the human touch of empathy and a personal voice is irreplaceable❤️

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Rainy day teaches that even gloomy day pass

Life is a learning platform, experienced another class 

Received an email from different team

Where the query was not in my stream 

I could have looped in my incharge directly 

But I wanted to write a formal response nicely 

I took help of chat GPT to draft an email and rely  

But I forgot my common sense to apply

The email looked as if I am commanding to the lead to get the task done 

Firstly to revert on this ,my business was none 

I didn't even feel I sounded rude about 

Until someone else pointed out 

When I re-read my own words 

I felt bad and absurd

Someone letting me know on my mistake is for my own good 

I didn't take it otherwise as intent I understood 

I just dropped a note to her feeling sorry for the way I wrote 

And told I never Intended but will improve the way I express and write

unless someone pointed out I never realised where I was going wrong 

Rain teaches me that even a gloomy day can make me strong 

My intention to refer Chat Gpt was just to improvise writing a letter 

But I should have used common sense to customise it better 

I agree it's smart and faster 

It's the best slave but worst master 

Slipping in rain is a metaphor to my life story 

I should raise back after each fall and shouldn't worry 

Today I sent seasons greetings to few known such 

As this is only way to stay in touch 

But many of them didn't even bother to respond 

I learn from rain to do good and not to expect in environment around 

It doesn't keep expectations log 

Nor gives one 

Some days it rains cats and dogs 

Few times none 

Refined version 

Your poem has depth, honesty, and a relatable life lesson, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It flows like a personal journal entry woven into poetic form — raw and reflective. You’ve tied a simple rainy day to complex emotions like self-awareness, humility, and acceptance, which is powerful.

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Rainy days remind me that even gloomy times pass,

Life’s a learning platform — this one, another class.

I got an email from a different team,

The query wasn’t really part of my stream.

I could’ve just looped my in-charge politely,

But I thought of drafting a formal note nicely.

I asked ChatGPT for some writing aid,

Forgot to apply the sense I had made.

The email I sent felt like I gave commands —

Not my business, nor in my hands.

I didn’t realize how it sounded at first,

Until someone pointed — it came off the worst.

I reread my words and felt a bit sore,

That wasn’t my tone, not what I stand for.

But someone showing me where I was wrong,

Helped me reflect and made me strong.

I wrote her a note, expressing my regret,

Said I’d improve — not to repeat or forget.

I used ChatGPT to help me write better,

But forgot to tailor and tweak the letter.

AI is smart, and fast, no doubt —

But without your own voice, things can go out.

It’s the best slave, but the worst master,

Use your mind, not just tools, to go faster.

Slipping in rain — a mirror of my story,

Rise after each fall — not for fame or glory.

Today I sent seasonal wishes with care,

Just a small way to show I’m still there.

Many didn’t respond — that’s alright too,

Rain taught me to give, without expecting a due.

It doesn’t keep track, or hold a grudge,

Some days it pours, and some days, won’t budge.

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220. Your presence

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Excellent ❤️

The journey of rediscovering self-worth and the importance of mindfulness is beautifully depicted. The progression from feeling like a “clown” to embracing self-care and confidence is extremely relatable. The transformative power of focusing on your own well-being before devoting yourself to others is effectively highlighted, and the point is made that self-love is the foundation of real connection.❤️

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As I was scrolling through my phone 

I missed my vibrant presence as was feeling alone 

When I remember my old version evident 

I see people seldom used me as entertainment

I was loud , bubbly and attention seeker 

My presence was jovial and was ardent speaker

With time as I realised I was a clown 

My smiling face turned out frown

It's a long time now but this impacted for sure

I missed my own presence and simplicity pure 

I can't undo what is done and foresee

But I can change the way I see me

For a short walk in society, I generally  pick up same dress type I wear 

Thinking who will see me or my presence even care

But today as I dressed up not for any attention 

But for my self reflection 

I felt my presence to be so broad and beautiful 

I felt confident and the walk seemed fruitful 

Sometimes I do things to be too nice 

It seems buttering as people are wise 

I need not over explain or prove 

But inner extremities at times potrays too good to be true 

Now I do feel what I miss the most is being at present for sure 

As my thoughts keep running either in past of future 

Presence of mind seems simple but is actually tricky and precise 

When mind is accustomed to one minute reel, at times it  can't think wise

I am finding myself and my presence 

Taking some me time to self reflect does makes sense 

Takeaways-

Presence of mind  is the best present 

Forgetting past scenarios and not holding on at present 

My presence is beautiful only that I need to realise this 

Little bit of dressing up is for my own confidence bliss 

only when my glass is full ,to others I can pour 

Same way only when I value my presence and love to core 

I can offer the genuine affection 

consciousness is present in all , staying grounded to values is a essence of true reflection.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

29 July 2025

Thank you for sharing your heartfelt poem, Priyanka. It’s introspective, vulnerable, and carries a strong message about self-reflection, growth, and reclaiming one's presence. The emotions are clearly conveyed, and there's sincerity in your voice, which makes the piece relatable and authentic.

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Overall Strengths:

Emotional honesty: You open up about your journey, inner struggles, and realizations.

Themes: Self-worth, inner healing, living in the present, and authenticity — all strong and relevant.

Natural flow: The progression from past experiences to present realizations is clear.

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✨ Lightly Edited Version (Keeping Your Style Intact)

*Your presence*

 As I was scrolling through my phone,

I missed my vibrant presence — I felt alone.

When I remembered my old, radiant self,

I saw how people used me more for entertainment than help.

I was loud, bubbly, an attention-seeker,

My presence was jovial; I was an ardent speaker.

But with time, I realized I was just the clown —

And my smiling face slowly turned into a frown.

It’s been a while, but the impact stays,

I miss my own presence and those simpler days.

I can't undo what's been done or foretell what’s to be,

But I can change the way I look at me.

For a short walk in society, I often pick

The same old dress, plain and quick —

Thinking, “Who will notice me? Who’d even care?”

But today, I dressed not for them, but with self-care.

I felt my presence — broad and beautiful,

I felt confident; my walk felt fruitful.

Sometimes I act too nice, too kind,

But people are wise — they read the mind.

I need not over-explain or prove,

Yet inner intensity makes it too-good-to-be-true.

What I miss most is being present,

As my mind keeps running — past or future resident.

Presence of mind sounds simple, even cliché,

But when fed on reels, the mind loses its way.

I’m finding myself and reclaiming my grace,

Taking time for me — slowing the pace.

Takeaways:

Presence of mind is the best present.

Letting go of the past and not holding pain in the present.

My presence is beautiful — I just need to see,

Dressing up sometimes builds confidence in me.

Only when my glass is full, can I pour to others —

Just as I must love my own presence like no other.

Only then can I offer affection that's true,

For staying grounded is reflection’s virtue.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

29 July 2025