In distant lands, innocence is shattered by strife, Bitter tears fall, staining the canvas of life. Soldiers carry scars deep within their souls, Families wait anxiously, their hearts in heavy tolls. War, a tragic symphony, leaves a world forever changed.

In Bhimavaram, where beauty resides, A land where nature effortlessly glides, The radiant sunsets, painting the sky, Reflecting hues that make hearts sigh, Coconut groves and palm trees sway, Creating a picturesque display, Golden beaches caressed by the sea, A symphony of waves, wild and free, Temples adorned with intricate art, A spiritual retreat for every heart, Bhimavaram's beauty, a true delight, A tapestry of wonder, an eternal sight.

"Language is the key that unlocks the door to a world of understanding, connection, and beauty."

In the tapestry of time, our future lies, A canvas of dreams, where hope never dies. With each step we take, we carve our way, Embracing the unknown, fearlessly we sway. For in the future's embrace, our destiny lies.So let us march forward, hand in hand, With resilience and courage, we'll understand, That the future, though uncertain, holds our dreams, And in its embrace, a better world gleams.

My Happy Place