Shashakt meri praachir ho: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
कर्तव्य पथ पर अडिग चलूं,पुष्पित चाहे ना राह मिले; खुद अपना त्रिशिख संभालूं,चुनौतियां गर अथाह मिले।। राग द्वेष से उठ ऊपर, भाव सदा पुनीत...
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Echoes of silence: A poem by Anindita Mazumdar
In this vastness of solitude…..sharing the life with certain connotations…..crooning at the highest octave of crescendo…traveling on the boulevard of broken dreams…playing the symphony of...
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Echoes of silence: A poem by Anindita Mazumdar
In this vastness of solitude…..sharing the life with certain connotations…..crooning at the highest octave of crescendo…traveling on the boulevard of broken dreams…playing the symphony of...
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Prarthana: A poem by Sangeeta Gupta
प्रार्थना हाथ जोड़ करती वह अजन्मी बच्ची पैरों की धौकनी चलाती कहती बात सच्ची मन प्राण फूंक फूंक, दी जो तुमने मुझे मां के अंदर एक शक्ति...
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Prarthana: A poem by Sangeeta Gupta
प्रार्थना हाथ जोड़ करती वह अजन्मी बच्ची पैरों की धौकनी चलाती कहती बात सच्ची मन प्राण फूंक फूंक, दी जो तुमने मुझे मां के अंदर एक शक्ति...
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Shatter the echoes of silence: A poem by Parul Srivastava
The heartbeat reverberates in anticipation and the breath paces its way,When I hear the amber leaves rustle while the pines enjoy a sway.The setting sun...
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Shatter the echoes of silence: A poem by Parul Srivastava
The heartbeat reverberates in anticipation and the breath paces its way,When I hear the amber leaves rustle while the pines enjoy a sway.The setting sun...
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The new normal: A story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
Mrs. Agrawal is tired looking at her grey tresses, untidy eyebrows, blemishes on the skin and facial hair !! “How! oh, how I...
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The new normal: A story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
Mrs. Agrawal is tired looking at her grey tresses, untidy eyebrows, blemishes on the skin and facial hair !! “How! oh, how I...
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The new normal: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
Wearing masks which you hate, You feel you are going to suffocate, You feel you are living in a bubble, If it bursts, your life...
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The new normal: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
Wearing masks which you hate, You feel you are going to suffocate, You feel you are living in a bubble, If it bursts, your life...
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First snow: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
As she lay in the solace of her bed wrapped up in sheets of grey Looking out past the frozen glass into the new dawning...
