War and peace: A poem by Neha Gupta
The earnest war between her dreams and her dutiesOften broke out to leave her shattered to pieces and bits.The childhood dream of becoming a dancer...
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War and peace: A poem by Neha Gupta
The earnest war between her dreams and her dutiesOften broke out to leave her shattered to pieces and bits.The childhood dream of becoming a dancer...
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Featuring teachers: A poem by Dr. Monica Saxena
Nascent bunch of buds, timid or fragile, Divine souls, subtle supple but agile, Like lambs gather around a shepherd Quite quietly seated, lot loaf around....
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Featuring teachers: A poem by Dr. Monica Saxena
Nascent bunch of buds, timid or fragile, Divine souls, subtle supple but agile, Like lambs gather around a shepherd Quite quietly seated, lot loaf around....
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Sleepless night: A poem by Manisha Amol
A tiresome day spent without a wink or rest,Relaxing my mind while cozying in the bed.Disturbing thoughts fading away dark night crawling,Succumbed to the...
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Sleepless night: A poem by Manisha Amol
A tiresome day spent without a wink or rest,Relaxing my mind while cozying in the bed.Disturbing thoughts fading away dark night crawling,Succumbed to the...
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Highway of danger: A poem by Manisha Amol
Long black meandering highway in the darkness of night,Trying hard to find our way gazing through the dim light,Tough ride through criss-cross bushes, a thick...
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Highway of danger: A poem by Manisha Amol
Long black meandering highway in the darkness of night,Trying hard to find our way gazing through the dim light,Tough ride through criss-cross bushes, a thick...
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Pardon me, Pardon Me Not…: A poem by Amrita Mallik
From the sheepish ‘I beg your pardon’, To the confident, ‘Pardon? I can’t hear you’, The journey has been long and exhilarating, But, no...
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Pardon me, Pardon Me Not…: A poem by Amrita Mallik
From the sheepish ‘I beg your pardon’, To the confident, ‘Pardon? I can’t hear you’, The journey has been long and exhilarating, But, no...
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My refuge: A poem by Deepti Gupta
I’m a vagabond traveler walking into sunsetA bag of trinkets and some memories bestForever a nomad, leaving footprints as I goThrough the deserts, the mountains...
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My refuge: A poem by Deepti Gupta
I’m a vagabond traveler walking into sunsetA bag of trinkets and some memories bestForever a nomad, leaving footprints as I goThrough the deserts, the mountains...
