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...
Winners Corner
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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...
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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...
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Manmohini: A poem by Anjana Prasad
हरीतिमा का आलिंगन कर आया सावन मास बरबस ही रीता मन हुआ हर्षित सखि री करुं मैं सोलह श्रृंगार। भर लूँ जल भरे नयनों में अंजन ...
