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Gudipadwa (Poem)

Gudipadwa, oh joyous day,
When new beginnings come our way,
The sun shines bright, the sky so blue,
As we celebrate, our spirits renew.

The streets are alive with sound and cheer,
As people gather far and near,
To mark the start of a brand new year,
With hope and faith, devoid of fear.

The gudi is hoisted high and proud,
With neem leaves, flowers, and a cloth shroud,
Symbolizing triumph, victory, and power,
As we welcome the auspicious hour.

The air is filled with fragrant scent,
Of sweets, savories, and flowers spent,
As we feast and share with all around,
The love and joy that we have found.

So let us raise our voices high,
And sing and dance beneath the sky,
For Gudipadwa, the day of light,
And all the blessings it brings in sight.

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Satti Mata Pimpaleshwar Dhaam situated in Auwar, Jaunpur, Uttar Pradesh

Satti Mata Pimpaleshwar Dhaam, located in the picturesque Auwar village in Jaunpur district, is one of the most revered places of worship in this area. The village is situated at the bank of Gomati river and is known for its beauty and greenary and for being home to the famous Satti Mata Pimpaleshwar Dhaam, which is situated under a gigantic pipal tree. The site is believed to be a place of divine energy and draws devotees from far and wide. The Pipal tree under which Satti Mata Pimpaleshwar Dhaam is situated is believed to be around 40 year old. Satti Mata, the local deity who is worshipped as the guardian of Auwar village. The belief in the power of Satti Mata is strong among the villagers, who attribute their well-being and prosperity to her blessings. Every day, locals flock to the temple to offer their prayers and seek blessings from the deity. It is said that no work, big or small, can be started without first seeking the blessings of Satti Mata. Many people also beli
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Poverty's Defeat

Poverty, a burden heavy to bear, A life of struggle, a constant affair. A lack of means, a scarcity of wealth, A life of hardship, a constant stealth. It robs one's dignity, and steals their pride, It takes away hope, and all that's inside. It's a cycle that's hard to break, A struggle that's hard to shake. But still, there's hope amidst the gloom, A way out of this wretched doom. With love and care, and a helping hand, We can lift each other out of this land. So let's work together, and fight this fight, And bring an end to poverty's blight. For in the end, we're all the same, And poverty's defeat will bring us all gain. ©
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