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 ...
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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 ...
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Geisha: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
Men compliment me.My fair, flawless, face.My ohsiro makeup, chubby cheeks.My crimson lips are so alluring.I entertain them at the banquet, serving high tea, champagne, full...
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Geisha: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
Men compliment me.My fair, flawless, face.My ohsiro makeup, chubby cheeks.My crimson lips are so alluring.I entertain them at the banquet, serving high tea, champagne, full...
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An ode to the greatest composer of philharmonic from Byzantine empire: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
A multifaceted and multidimensional, and like seven musical notes.Slumber in the eyes of an insomniac, when she plays a symphony in the rooftops.She is a...
