Value isn’t defined by gender — Equal by Role, Equal by Soul.
They say the world is balanced fair, But look again — is justice there? One walks out to earn and strive, One stays back to keep…
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I am an undergraduate student pursuing a BSc (Hons) in Data Science with a passion for writing poetry. I enjoy creating heartfelt poems during my leisure time and look forward to sharing my work on Neermai to inspire and connect with readers.
They say the world is balanced fair, But look again — is justice there? One walks out to earn and strive, One stays back to keep…
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You doubt your path, your steps unsure, But every scar means you endured. The weight you carry, none may see Yet still you rise so quietly.…
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When the road is rough and skies are grey, And dreams seem lost or blown away Stand tall, breathe deep, and still you’ll find, A quiet…
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The past still hums in silent halls, Where memories like soft rain falls. Though years may pass and faces fade, The heart recalls the vows once…
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In shadows deep, the night retreats, Soft light unfolds in morning beats. A hopeful breeze begins to play, And dreams awaken with the day. ~Aysha Rukaiya…
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Dreams aren’t built in a day or two, It’s sweat and toil that sees you through. Each failure teaches, each scar will say, Success is earned…
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The burdens seem too much to bear, Life’s unfair, you gasp for air. But every weight you lift today, Makes you stronger in every way. ~…
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You’ve stumbled, fallen, hit the ground, But in your cracks, new strength is found. The scars you wear are proof you’ve tried, A warrior’s spirit lives…
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The effort today might feel unseen, Like planting seeds in fields of green. But give it time, the roots will grow, And soon you’ll reap what…
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Some days are dark, the end unclear, You tread alone, consumed by fear. But every step you choose to make, Builds the road that you must…
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