Universe: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma
Looking up at the skyTrying to comprehendThe vastness of the universeThe eyes travel from star to starWhere does the universe beginWhere does it end … The...
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Universe: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma
Looking up at the skyTrying to comprehendThe vastness of the universeThe eyes travel from star to starWhere does the universe beginWhere does it end … The...
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Bhay: A poem by Nisha Tandon
दरवाज़े पर जब भी दस्तक हुई ,छुई-मुई सी वो सिमट गई अपनी माँ के कंपकंपाते पैरो से वो नन्ही सी जान लिपट गई आख़िर कब...
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Bhay: A poem by Nisha Tandon
दरवाज़े पर जब भी दस्तक हुई ,छुई-मुई सी वो सिमट गई अपनी माँ के कंपकंपाते पैरो से वो नन्ही सी जान लिपट गई आख़िर कब...
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Mystical universe: A poem by Princess Lubna
Often in my dreamland, I find myself with my beloved It’s a wonderful world of ecstasyTruly a magical place of glittering fantasyWith him, my wanderlust soul...
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Mystical universe: A poem by Princess Lubna
Often in my dreamland, I find myself with my beloved It’s a wonderful world of ecstasyTruly a magical place of glittering fantasyWith him, my wanderlust soul...
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War and peace: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Inebriated with conflicts when the enemies encounter The outcome is a war which is an irrevocable disaster Nations take forever to rebuild and restore their...
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War and peace: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Inebriated with conflicts when the enemies encounter The outcome is a war which is an irrevocable disaster Nations take forever to rebuild and restore their...
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The nine mystical nights: A poem by Priya Washikar
Nine nights of gaiety and worship.Nine nights of dance and rhythm.Nine nights of uninhibited laughter,When all vibrant colors merge into one. The color of youth...
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The nine mystical nights: A poem by Priya Washikar
Nine nights of gaiety and worship.Nine nights of dance and rhythm.Nine nights of uninhibited laughter,When all vibrant colors merge into one. The color of youth...
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Mis(fit) or fitting…:A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
Wild in spirits, not bounded by rules, Stilettos in legs, Sometimes in hands, What do you say, I don’t care! Messy bun or tendrils of...
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Mis(fit) or fitting…:A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
Wild in spirits, not bounded by rules, Stilettos in legs, Sometimes in hands, What do you say, I don’t care! Messy bun or tendrils of...
