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A Journey of Hope and Triumph

Noted Nest

By Vyshnavi Mandhadapu



The skies thundered, breaking apart with a blade of grass.

When the desert opened its eyes, it was greeted with a rain of blossoms.

Even the ocean, when thirsty, sought a humble well.

The towering snow-capped peaks bowed down, kissing the humble earth.

Move forward, sharpen your resolve, and carve your path.

Transform the wilderness into a fertile field.

Seek and you shall find the treasure you’ve been searching for.

Time moves, fueled by its pain.

The arrow of hope you release becomes an answer.

The breaking heart of this world, its cries echo,

And you become the final refuge, a savior of its last hopes.

Ask why tears linger on eyelashes;

Be the one who listens when no one else does.

Heal this earth’s wounds and help it bloom again.Stride forth with the plow on your shoulder.

Embrace the soil and command it to sprout life.

Bring light to the darkness;

Transform barren lands into fields of abundance.

Your movements are not just ripples—they are waves of change.

What begins as a drop will become a storm.

The turbulence within you will become history’s triumph.

Their hope lies in your aspirations.

Knowing this, they will proclaim you their protector.

Stride forth to a new beginning for your journey.

This depth reflects your height.

Open the door to the foundation of a new era.

You are the story of everyone.

Your path shapes the future,

And your perseverance will turn dreams into reality.

The plow discovers itself only through its journey with the field.

There is no measure to the wisdom of a man who uncovers his inner sage.

Like the morning star that breathes light into the dawn,

You are the ray of light that heals generations of darkness.


By Vyshnavi Mandhadapu







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