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In the market, I see a sight,

A basket full of Santre so bright,

It's quite a treat for the eyes,

Seeing those round fruits so nice.

The Santre ki tokri is full,

With juicy goodness, it's not dull,

Each fruit so sweet and so ripe,

It's enough to make my mouth hype.

I pick one fruit from this basket,

It feels so soft and so agile,

My taste buds start to salivate,

As I take a bite so delicate.

The citrus flavor is so divine,

It's a pleasure that I make mine,

I take another fruit so quick,

And savor its taste, it's just a trick.

Now, I'm happy with these Santre,

In this basket, they came to me,

I will always remember this treat,

Of Santre ki tokri, so sweet and neat.

🤣

😕

I boarded the Metra train with glee,

Excited to see what I would see.

The conductor called "All aboard!"

And we set off down the tracks toward.

The cityscape zoomed by so fast,

I felt like time was running out at last,

But the train kept moving, ever so quick,

And I admired the sights like a little kid.

Skyscrapers, bridges, and monuments galore,

Chicago's beauty was there in store.

The wind whipped through my hair and clothes,

As we journeyed along, which way, nobody knows.

Finally arriving at my destination,

I disembarked with a newfound sensation.

The Metra train had treated me well,

And its sights and sounds I'll never forget, do tell.

Originally posted by: Mai.NePyarKiya

tere jali na

Sorry aap kaun?

Originally posted by: bollyqueen0

Sorry aap kaun?

Jali tamatar 😆

😆 Inspired by true events

My obsession with fingers runs deep,

Often leaving me unable to sleep.

But when I look at the grand tree,

I forget about the fingerfetish in me.

The bark so rough and textures so great,

Makes me appreciate the natural state.

The branches sway in the wind so free,

A sight for sore eyes you must agree.

My fingers itch to touch the surface,

Of the tree that stands so tall and purpose.

The smell of wood and rustling leaves,

Soothes my soul and calms my nerves.

Fingerfetish may be my guilty pleasure,

But the beauty of nature is beyond measure.

So I take a deep breath and let it be,

One with the tree, alive and free.

In the savannah, she roams so free,

With a grace and power, all can see.

Kat Dalunga, fierce and strong,

She rules the land, all day long.

Her golden fur shimmers in the sun,

Her piercing eyes, like daggers, stun.

With every step, a mighty stride,

Kat Dalunga, our queen of pride.

She is feared by all who cross her path,

But loved by those who know her heart.

For deep inside, she has a soul,

That shines so bright, it makes us whole.

So let us bow down to our queen,

Kat Dalunga, our African dream.

For in her presence, we are in awe,

Of the majesty, we all adore.

"kat dalunga our african dream" 😕 😆!!!

Originally posted by: bollyqueen0

😕

I boarded the Metra train with glee,

Excited to see what I would see.

The conductor called "All aboard!"

And we set off down the tracks toward.

The cityscape zoomed by so fast,

I felt like time was running out at last,

But the train kept moving, ever so quick,

And I admired the sights like a little kid.

Skyscrapers, bridges, and monuments galore,

Chicago's beauty was there in store.

The wind whipped through my hair and clothes,

As we journeyed along, which way, nobody knows.

Finally arriving at my destination,

I disembarked with a newfound sensation.

The Metra train had treated me well,

And its sights and sounds I'll never forget, do tell.

Supari_Khala, the mystic sage,

Had a talent that would amaze,

For reading fortunes with a gaze,

And predicting what lies ahead in your ways.

One day, Bollyqueen walked into his place,

With a worry etched deep in her face,

She wanted to know what the future holds,

And if destiny will be kind to her soul.

Supari_Khala, sat down with her,

And gazed deep into his crystal sphere,

The visions that he did then see,

Were clear and true as they could ever be.

The future for Bollyqueen looked bright,

Success, fame, and fortune were in sight,

Her talent would be recognized worldwide,

And her name in history would reside.

With a smile on her lips and a heart full of hope,

Bollyqueen thanked Supari_Khala and started to elope,

To seize the opportunities that the future will bring,

With a renewed spirit, and a vision that will make her sing.

Thus, Supari_Khala's gift of sight,

Brought light into Bollyqueen's life,

May his powers continue to aid,

All those who seek his guidance unafraid.

Originally posted by: Supari_khala

Also, not you all sending me to this virus spam of a website 😆

Originally posted by: semantic.error

Supari_Khala, the mystic sage,

Had a talent that would amaze,

For reading fortunes with a gaze,

And predicting what lies ahead in your ways.

One day, Bollyqueen walked into his place,

With a worry etched deep in her face,

She wanted to know what the future holds,

And if destiny will be kind to her soul.

Supari_Khala, sat down with her,

And gazed deep into his crystal sphere,

The visions that he did then see,

Were clear and true as they could ever be.

The future for Bollyqueen looked bright,

Success, fame, and fortune were in sight,

Her talent would be recognized worldwide,

And her name in history would reside.

With a smile on her lips and a heart full of hope,

Bollyqueen thanked Supari_Khala and started to elope,

To seize the opportunities that the future will bring,

With a renewed spirit, and a vision that will make her sing.

Thus, Supari_Khala's gift of sight,

Brought light into Bollyqueen's life,

May his powers continue to aid,

All those who seek his guidance unafraid.

Quoting to tag

Oh my! Did you write this yourself? What pray tell did you insert to get it to spit this out?