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...
Winners Corner
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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...
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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...
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The teacher: A poem by Dr. Srutimala Duara
Life stands on the platform of death,Teaching me to live fearlessly.Winds swirl around my dreamsBlow them far away;Life teaches me to weave new ones along...
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The teacher: A poem by Dr. Srutimala Duara
Life stands on the platform of death,Teaching me to live fearlessly.Winds swirl around my dreamsBlow them far away;Life teaches me to weave new ones along...
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Little teacher: A poem by Amrita Mallik
Little creatures of nature impart big lessonsThe gargantuan and mighty may take the limelightBe it the sun and the moon or the man,Yet, the puny...
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Little teacher: A poem by Amrita Mallik
Little creatures of nature impart big lessonsThe gargantuan and mighty may take the limelightBe it the sun and the moon or the man,Yet, the puny...
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She was my teacher: A poem by Indrani Chatterjee
She was like undeterred pristine arbor, Whose goliath shade was my indubitable harbor. I crept into the light for she was my torchbearer And her cryptic maneuvering...
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She was my teacher: A poem by Indrani Chatterjee
She was like undeterred pristine arbor, Whose goliath shade was my indubitable harbor. I crept into the light for she was my torchbearer And her cryptic maneuvering...
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The teacher: A poem by Banani Sikdar
Right from the comfy cradle, to the days discernible, Life is like a graduated jar of lessons invaluable. Parents taught me many lessons mostly through their...
