Aryan

A daughter is born, a gift so rare, Her laughter fills the home with care. She holds your hand, her eyes so bright, Her love for you, a guiding light. She grows with dreams, her heart so pure, Her love for family steadfast and sure. She gives her all, she asks for none, Yet when it’s time, she’s left undone. You plan her wedding, grand and fine, Think you’ve fulfilled your duty divine. But what if storms darken her skies? What will she do when hope denies? A son may stray, his love may wane, But a daughter’s soul will always remain. She’ll stand by you through joy and tears, Her love unbroken across the years. Yet when it’s time to share your name, Why is it only the son who claims? Doesn’t she deserve a piece of your heart,  Your legacy too, a rightful part? So let wealth be shared with open hands, For in a daughter’s heart true love stands. When storms arise and shadows fall, Her strength will catch you through it all. Dear parents, pause and truly see, Your daughter’s love is et...

The past is a teacher, a whispering guide, It shows us the moments where we stumbled or tried. Though we cannot go back, nor change what’s been done, Its lessons still shine, like the warmth of the sun. The future’s a dream, a bright open door, A place full of hope, where we can be more. With each step we take, we shape what’s ahead, Building on wisdom from the tears we’ve shed. But the present is magic, it’s all that we own, A fleeting gift where seeds are sown. Each day brings a chance to grow and renew, To love, to create, and to see life anew. Don’t dwell on regrets or mistakes of the past, Don’t rush to the future—it comes too fast. Feel this moment; let it fill your heart, For here is where living truly starts. With every breath and every small change, We bloom like flowers in life’s vast range. So cherish today—it’s yours to embrace, A chance to find joy and your rightful place. Let go of the sorrow; let hope take its stand, And live in the present with an open hand. For life is...

To my shop, where stories unfold, A world of healing, both warm and bold. The door swings wide, a welcoming space, A tapestry of lives, each with a trace. New faces wander, with questions in tow, While regulars arrive, their smiles aglow. Some seek relief from ailments and strife, Others share tales that brighten life. From coughs to colds and remedies rare, I listen closely, show that I care. With a wink and a smile, I lighten the mood, A little humor to ease any brood. The young ones giggle, the elders share lore, Each interaction opens a door. And oh, the ladies with their playful charm, Their laughter dances like a soothing balm. With jokes and gags, I entertain all, Creating connections that never feel small. For in this apothecary's daily grind, It's the joy of the people that truly unwind. So here’s to the laughter and moments we share, In this little shop filled with love and care. Each day is a journey—a beautiful ride— In the heart of my pharmacy, where joy cannot hid...

From boyhood, they tell him to be strong, "Don't cry," they say, "just move along." He learns that feelings should be hidden, Showing weakness is strictly forbidden. As he grows, the world sets the rules,  Be a real man, they teach in schools. Find a job, make money, don't complain,  Hide your worries, don't show pain. In love, he's told to be the rock,  To listen well, and never mock. His own feelings pushed deep inside,  A mask of strength, his pain to hide. Society judges him by what he earns,  While inside, his heart quietly yearns. For friendship, love, and understanding too,  Things that seem for just a chosen few. Years pass by, and he starts to see,  The cost of all this secrecy. The loneliness, the silent fears,  The strength it takes to hold back tears. So here's to men who face this test,  Who do what's asked, and give their best. May they find friends who truly care,  And learn that it's okay to share. Remember, men, it's ...