The past: A poem by Banani Sikdar
The past is like a novel, one of its kind, discreet, Self-authored, on real experiences, bittersweet. A novel of novelty can be read from anywhere,...
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The past: A poem by Banani Sikdar
The past is like a novel, one of its kind, discreet, Self-authored, on real experiences, bittersweet. A novel of novelty can be read from anywhere,...
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The past: A poem by Banani Sikdar
The past is like a novel, one of its kind, discreet, Self-authored, on real experiences, bittersweet. A novel of novelty can be read from anywhere,...
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Fairer…but strong: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
Standing for myself is now my choice I repudiate to be slapped for raising my voice I refuse to get hitched for society’s sake My...
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Fairer…but strong: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
Standing for myself is now my choice I repudiate to be slapped for raising my voice I refuse to get hitched for society’s sake My...
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I am a woman: A poem by Richa Srivastava
It was lights out in the house, she calls it a day.She glanced around if she has kept everything away!Wiping off the forehead, she gently smiled.Finally,...
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I am a woman: A poem by Richa Srivastava
It was lights out in the house, she calls it a day.She glanced around if she has kept everything away!Wiping off the forehead, she gently smiled.Finally,...
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I am a woman: A poem by Richa Srivastava
It was lights out in the house, she calls it a day.She glanced around if she has kept everything away!Wiping off the forehead, she gently smiled.Finally,...
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No more labels: A poem by Chandra Sundeep
I am a woman Cis or Trans Married or not To beget kids or adopt It’s my choice, my decision Respect me, respect my...
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No more labels: A poem by Chandra Sundeep
I am a woman Cis or Trans Married or not To beget kids or adopt It’s my choice, my decision Respect me, respect my...
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No more labels: A poem by Chandra Sundeep
I am a woman Cis or Trans Married or not To beget kids or adopt It’s my choice, my decision Respect me, respect my...
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I am a woman: A poem by Waheeda Hussain
SometimesI am the earthI nurture the quiescent seed unborn. At other timesI am the sunI give warmth and the seed awakens into a sapling. ThenI...
