The excursion: A poem by Amrita Chatterjee
Far from the monochrome of life, Away from the friction and strife, An excursion beckons once in a while, The weary mind happily obliges with...
Winners Corner
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An excursion to the past: A poem by Gitika Verma
My time machine whirled and stuttered As I left the gloomy today behind All set to re-experience the joys of yesterday I took an...
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An excursion to the past: A poem by Gitika Verma
My time machine whirled and stuttered As I left the gloomy today behind All set to re-experience the joys of yesterday I took an...
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Lighthouse: A poem by Nisha Tandon
The dilapidated lighthouse towers over the ruthless seaMany momentous stories it often narratesHaving stood witness to adrift ships on stormy nightsIt has weathered splashing winds...
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Lighthouse: A poem by Nisha Tandon
The dilapidated lighthouse towers over the ruthless seaMany momentous stories it often narratesHaving stood witness to adrift ships on stormy nightsIt has weathered splashing winds...
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Lighthouse: A poem by Nisha Tandon
The dilapidated lighthouse towers over the ruthless seaMany momentous stories it often narratesHaving stood witness to adrift ships on stormy nightsIt has weathered splashing winds...
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The lighthouse: A poem by Dr. Archana Bahadur Zutshi
The dark baits for the night sky full of stars. A lighthouse sits upon a monolith Buffeted by the Atlantic cold. Nothing seems to stir,...
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The lighthouse: A poem by Dr. Archana Bahadur Zutshi
The dark baits for the night sky full of stars. A lighthouse sits upon a monolith Buffeted by the Atlantic cold. Nothing seems to stir,...
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The lighthouse: A poem by Dr. Archana Bahadur Zutshi
The dark baits for the night sky full of stars. A lighthouse sits upon a monolith Buffeted by the Atlantic cold. Nothing seems to stir,...
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The lighthouse: A poem by Anindita Mazumdar
Standing at the edge of cliff, a beacon to the ships. Guiding to the safest zones day and night when peeps. Wafting of...
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The lighthouse: A poem by Anindita Mazumdar
Standing at the edge of cliff, a beacon to the ships. Guiding to the safest zones day and night when peeps. Wafting of...
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The tree house that built me: A story by Sanjukta Ghoshal
I was twelve, when my mother died, and my father sent me to stay with my grandparents, here in Goa. What I loved the most...
