The haunted house: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
The swiveling wind blew a draught all chilly,Labored breathing emanated like devil‘s wails in the air,Into a dark dungeon, head spinning, he pirouettedDown a labyrinthine...
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The haunted house: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
The swiveling wind blew a draught all chilly,Labored breathing emanated like devil‘s wails in the air,Into a dark dungeon, head spinning, he pirouettedDown a labyrinthine...
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The summer of 85: A story by Sreemati Sen
“Matlaa……”She ran after him. “Don’t go.” Following him, she reached the coconut tree that Baba had mentioned in his last letter. Matla stood there, sobbing....
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The summer of 85: A story by Sreemati Sen
“Matlaa……”She ran after him. “Don’t go.” Following him, she reached the coconut tree that Baba had mentioned in his last letter. Matla stood there, sobbing....
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The curse: A story by Sreemati Sen
The sharp clang of the gates woke me up. A tenant…AGAIN? Won’t they give up trying to occupy this property? Rushing to the window, I...
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The curse: A story by Sreemati Sen
The sharp clang of the gates woke me up. A tenant…AGAIN? Won’t they give up trying to occupy this property? Rushing to the window, I...
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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,...
