Monica, the chosen one, bears the weight of pain,
In her ink, the sorrows stain, as hope’s refrain.
Love weaves through verses, a balm for hearts aching,
Healing wounds unseen, with words softly breaking.
Family’s balance she seeks, in lines she crafts,
Service to souls, her pen’s gentle acts.
Pain gains power when framed into verse
Poetic rhythm reduces all bad curse
Balance in family and friendships counts
The healer emerges from karmic accounts
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Sikiladi 
Brilliant. Proud of you sis.
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Thank you Manoj. Almighty’s blessings ! Gratitude!
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Monica, the chosen one, bears the weight of pain,
In her ink, the sorrows stain, as hope’s refrain.
Love weaves through verses, a balm for hearts aching,
Healing wounds unseen, with words softly breaking.
Family’s balance she seeks, in lines she crafts,
Service to souls, her pen’s gentle acts.
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Thank you Shariffa Ji for the awesome comment.
Pain gains power when framed into verse
Poetic rhythm reduces all bad curse
Balance in family and friendships counts
The healer emerges from karmic accounts
🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Very nice. Good job
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Thank You.
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