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 ...
Winners Corner
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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...
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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...
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Gham ko chupaate rehte hain raat din: A poem by Dr. Aparna Pradhan
ग़म को छुपाते रहते हैं रात-दिन मुस्कुराहटों के पीछेरूबरू गर तुम आ जाते, तो दिल खोल कर तुम्हें बतातेआँसुओ का सागर आँखों में, ग़मों की...
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Gham ko chupaate rehte hain raat din: A poem by Dr. Aparna Pradhan
ग़म को छुपाते रहते हैं रात-दिन मुस्कुराहटों के पीछेरूबरू गर तुम आ जाते, तो दिल खोल कर तुम्हें बतातेआँसुओ का सागर आँखों में, ग़मों की...
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Soldier: A poem by Deepa Gopal
The air rancid, smoky and scathing Hills bellowing, mud floating, eyes burning To the acrid acids of burning tanks and ‘broken wares’ Breath choking to...
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Soldier: A poem by Deepa Gopal
The air rancid, smoky and scathing Hills bellowing, mud floating, eyes burning To the acrid acids of burning tanks and ‘broken wares’ Breath choking to...
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My Soldier my braveheart: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
I taste my emptiness of love, darkness dims the flame of life When time casts its eternal pall, patience seems to fly from the field...
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My Soldier my braveheart: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
I taste my emptiness of love, darkness dims the flame of life When time casts its eternal pall, patience seems to fly from the field...
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Date with fate: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
A bruised, battered, scarred soul reached the gates of fate,Dressed in tatters, bleeding heart, to his bosom a flag held perfectly intact in shape.As St....
