I beg your pardon: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
Pardon me…If my melodies are unlyrically dissonateAnd our thoughts don’t always resonate;Now for the umpteenth time as we disagreeI refrain from being obsequious, as I...
Winners Corner
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Pardon: A poem by Deepti Gupta
I watch every night, as the distant moon Borrows its light to glow in every crescent Like crystal in winter and dripping gold in JuneOwning its magnificence...
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Pardon: A poem by Deepti Gupta
I watch every night, as the distant moon Borrows its light to glow in every crescent Like crystal in winter and dripping gold in JuneOwning its magnificence...
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Nine nights of dance: A poem by Pooja Mandla
Shimmery Navratri, then Sparkling Dusshera, Let’s eradicate the evilness from our era. Let’s ignite the lights of enlightenment, And remind us to celebrate women always...
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Nine nights of dance: A poem by Pooja Mandla
Shimmery Navratri, then Sparkling Dusshera, Let’s eradicate the evilness from our era. Let’s ignite the lights of enlightenment, And remind us to celebrate women always...
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Sleepless Night: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Decades have passed and today it seems like eons ago Everyone said Motherhood was not easy, someday I would know When you entered our lives...
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Sleepless Night: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Decades have passed and today it seems like eons ago Everyone said Motherhood was not easy, someday I would know When you entered our lives...
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Umang: A poem by Bandana
दिल में जगी रहती है इक उमंग कोई न हो चाहे इस वक्त संग प्रेम अपना है सागर सा गहरा उठती उंमगों की तरंग ही तरंग कुछ सुन्दर पंक्तियाँ...
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Umang: A poem by Bandana
दिल में जगी रहती है इक उमंग कोई न हो चाहे इस वक्त संग प्रेम अपना है सागर सा गहरा उठती उंमगों की तरंग ही तरंग कुछ सुन्दर पंक्तियाँ...
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The book of my life: A poem by Richa Srivastava
It looks just like ‘ordinary’ as the word is… No shiny wraps to cover its face… Simple as it looks, But every page has a...
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The book of my life: A poem by Richa Srivastava
It looks just like ‘ordinary’ as the word is… No shiny wraps to cover its face… Simple as it looks, But every page has a...
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Nine nights of dance: A poem by Richa Srivastava
The most awaited times are near… My dearest month of ‘October’ is here… The days have begun to shrink… And the nights would be longer...
