Toral Vyas
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A woman's heart holds
The light that guides
You even in a dark
The tunnel-like that of life.
Happy Women's Day
Independence ...
My Rain, My H...
Monsoon
Sweet Monsoon
Live Life In ...
Books Are Our...
Dreams
I like Books
Our Journey
This Independ...
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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