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Learned breathing from pain.It seems every meaningThat dares to appearIs born gentlyFrom your lips alone.āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ•āĻŦিāϤা (Bengali Poem)āĻāχ āĻĻিāύāĻ—ুāϞোāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻ•ী āϞিāĻ–āĻŦāϝাāĻĻেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻāϤāĻĻিāύ āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ›িāϞ—āύিāĻĻ্āϰাāĻšীāύ āϰাāϤেāϰ āĻ•াঁāϟাāϰ āωāĻĒāϰ⤍ींā¤Ļā¤šी⤍ ⤰ा⤤ों ⤕े ⤕ाँ⤟ों ā¤Ē⤰⤖ि⤞े ā¤šुā¤ ⤕ु⤛ ā¤Ģू⤞।ā¤šā¤° ā¤Ē⤞ ā¤Žा⤍ो ⤉⤧ा⤰ ⤞ि⤝ा ⤗⤝ा ā¤šो⤖़ाā¤Žोā¤ļी ⤔⤰ ⤏ā¤Ŧ्⤰ ⤏े,KEYWORDSwaiting and patience philosophy, sleepless nights poetry meaning, love and language, pain and growth philosophy, modern existential poetry🏷️ HASHTAGS#PoetryAndPhilosophy #WaitingAndBecoming #SleeplessNights #LoveAndLanguage #ExistentialWriting #ModernPoetry #EmotionalDepth

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Title “Flowers on the Thorns of Wakefulness” (A meditation on waiting, love, and the language of becoming) 🌙 POEM English Poem What should I write of these days For which my soul kept waiting— Flowers standing upright On the thorns of sleepless nights. Every moment feels borrowed From silence and patience, As if words themselves Learned breathing from pain. It seems every meaning That dares to appear Is born gently From your lips alone. āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ•āĻŦিāϤা (Bengali Poem) āĻāχ āĻĻিāύāĻ—ুāϞোāϰ āĻ•āĻĨা āĻ•ী āϞিāĻ–āĻŦ āϝাāĻĻেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻāϤāĻĻিāύ āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ›িāϞ— āύিāĻĻ্āϰাāĻšীāύ āϰাāϤেāϰ āĻ•াঁāϟাāϰ āωāĻĒāϰ āĻĻাঁ⧜ি⧟ে āĻĨাāĻ•া āĻ•িāĻ›ু āĻĢুāϞ। āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϟি āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤ āϝেāύ āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা āφāϰ āϧৈāϰ্āϝেāϰ āĻ‹āĻŖ, āϝেāύ āϝāύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖাāϰ āĻŽāϧ্āϝেāχ āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻāϰা āĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āύিāϤে āĻļিāĻ–েāĻ›ে। āĻŽāύে āĻšā§Ÿ, āϝে āĻ•োāύো āĻ…āϰ্āĻĨ āϝা āĻĒ্āϰāĻ•াāĻļ āĻĒেāϤে āϚা⧟, āϤা āϜāύ্āĻŽ āύে⧟ āϤোāĻŽাāϰ āĻ োঁāϟ āĻ›ুঁ⧟ে। ā¤šिंā¤Ļी ⤕ā¤ĩि⤤ा (Hindi Poem) ⤇⤍ ā¤Ļि⤍ों ⤕े ā¤Ŧा⤰े ā¤Žें ⤕्⤝ा ⤞ि⤖ूँ ⤜ि⤍⤕ा ⤇ं⤤⤜़ा⤰ ā¤Ŧ⤰⤏ों ⤏े ā¤Ĩा— ⤍ींā¤Ļā¤šी⤍ ⤰ा⤤ों ⤕े ⤕ाँ⤟ों ā¤Ē⤰ ⤖ि⤞े ā¤šुā¤ ⤕ु⤛ ā¤Ģू⤞। ā¤šā¤° ā¤Ē⤞ ā¤Žा⤍ो ⤉⤧ा⤰ ⤞ि⤝ा ⤗⤝ा ā¤šो ⤖़ाā¤Žोā¤ļी ⤔⤰ ⤏ā¤Ŧ्⤰ ⤏े, ⤜ै⤏े ā¤Ļ⤰्ā¤Ļ ⤍े ā¤šी ā¤ļā¤Ŧ्ā¤Ļों ⤕ो ⤏ाँ⤏ ⤞े⤍ा ⤏ि⤖ा⤝ा ā¤šो। ⤞⤗⤤ा ā¤šै ā¤šā¤° ⤅⤰्ā¤Ĩ ⤜ो ⤜⤍्ā¤Ž ⤞े⤍ा ⤚ा...