Raat aur din: A poem by Ratna Shridhar
मानस पटल पर अंकित, सृष्टि रचयिता के दो विरोधाभास: सकारात्मकता और नकारात्मकता के दो आयाम | दिन के आरंभ होते ही विहग का कलरव, अंतहीन उड़ान की तैयारी,...
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Raat aur din: A poem by Ratna Shridhar
मानस पटल पर अंकित, सृष्टि रचयिता के दो विरोधाभास: सकारात्मकता और नकारात्मकता के दो आयाम | दिन के आरंभ होते ही विहग का कलरव, अंतहीन उड़ान की तैयारी,...
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Kansa raatri, Krishna savera: A poem by Mani Saxena
मध्य रात्रि, रोहिणी नक्षत्र में कान्हा हुए अवतरित,बंदीगृह में बेड़ियाँ पहनी देवकी माँ भी हुई हर्षित,चीरता हुआ काली रात, प्रकाश हो गया प्रज्वलित,चतुर्भुज ने दिखायी...
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Kansa raatri, Krishna savera: A poem by Mani Saxena
मध्य रात्रि, रोहिणी नक्षत्र में कान्हा हुए अवतरित,बंदीगृह में बेड़ियाँ पहनी देवकी माँ भी हुई हर्षित,चीरता हुआ काली रात, प्रकाश हो गया प्रज्वलित,चतुर्भुज ने दिखायी...
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Sacrifice, a Priceless Treasure: A poem by Gitika Verma
We savor our favorite meals when she toils endlessly in the kitchen, Cradling her sick child in her warm lap she nurses him with utmost...
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Sacrifice, a Priceless Treasure: A poem by Gitika Verma
We savor our favorite meals when she toils endlessly in the kitchen, Cradling her sick child in her warm lap she nurses him with utmost...
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Stranger within me: A poem by Rohini Jayanti
I stood and stared at the distorted image of myself In the mirror that shone under the reflection of the moonLayers of secrets separated me...
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Stranger within me: A poem by Rohini Jayanti
I stood and stared at the distorted image of myself In the mirror that shone under the reflection of the moonLayers of secrets separated me...
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Petrichor: A poem by Rohini Jayanti
the sweet smell of the soil wafted through the air and the drops came to greet the earth with the splendor of their music and...
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Petrichor: A poem by Rohini Jayanti
the sweet smell of the soil wafted through the air and the drops came to greet the earth with the splendor of their music and...
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Memories of Summers past: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma
Summer holidays No school for four weeks Freedom to roam the fields at ease Seeing the delicate plumes of grass Waving hello to the warm...
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Memories of Summers past: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma
Summer holidays No school for four weeks Freedom to roam the fields at ease Seeing the delicate plumes of grass Waving hello to the warm...
