The braveheart: A poem by Priya Washikar
(A letter from a Mother (Motherland) to her (soldier) son To my son..the braveheart I know you shall guard my borders with your Life You...
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Road not taken: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
Somewhere, far away, Amidst a stretch of barren land, I took a walk, For reasons that I am yet to decipher. Was it the starkness...
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Road not taken: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
Somewhere, far away, Amidst a stretch of barren land, I took a walk, For reasons that I am yet to decipher. Was it the starkness...
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Brave son: A poem by Goutam Dutta
The son is back home.Son-of the soil,Of the tiny hamlet;Where the riveroverflows its banks every monsoon.Of the parents;Who got a new identityNow recognizedas the parents...
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Brave son: A poem by Goutam Dutta
The son is back home.Son-of the soil,Of the tiny hamlet;Where the riveroverflows its banks every monsoon.Of the parents;Who got a new identityNow recognizedas the parents...
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Shringaar: A poem by Dr. Suresh Kumar
ना अंजन, ना श्रृंगार, अद्भुत तेरी सौन्दर्य छटा, तन यौवन का चरमबिन्दु, अधर खुले, बरसे घटा, बंद पलक में निशा बसे, खुली पलक में भोर,...
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Shringaar: A poem by Dr. Suresh Kumar
ना अंजन, ना श्रृंगार, अद्भुत तेरी सौन्दर्य छटा, तन यौवन का चरमबिन्दु, अधर खुले, बरसे घटा, बंद पलक में निशा बसे, खुली पलक में भोर,...
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Shringaar: A poem by Surekha Sahu
कैसा हो श्रृंगार तन का, उससे है ज्यादा अहम् कैसा किया है श्रृंगार, तुमनें अपनी वाणी का अंतर्मन में अंगड़ाई लेते हुये अपने विचारों का,...
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Shringaar: A poem by Surekha Sahu
कैसा हो श्रृंगार तन का, उससे है ज्यादा अहम् कैसा किया है श्रृंगार, तुमनें अपनी वाणी का अंतर्मन में अंगड़ाई लेते हुये अपने विचारों का,...
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The Haunted House: A poem by Sudha Pillai
Drifting mist, the sighing wind, a falling leaf, Trees – stood in silence, for the dying year, Our car had halted, a change of tyre,...
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The Haunted House: A poem by Sudha Pillai
Drifting mist, the sighing wind, a falling leaf, Trees – stood in silence, for the dying year, Our car had halted, a change of tyre,...
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Son: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
For days she waited with anxiety ‘n anticipation, eagerness ‘n expectation yet full of mirth Elated, euphoric high was she when to a bonny baby...
