When it’s monsoon in Delhi: A poem by Vandana Saxena
When grey spreads over acres of blue An epoch slithers in flamboyant hue The city of hearts pulsates with bliss Like a young girl, before...
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When it’s monsoon in Delhi: A poem by Vandana Saxena
When grey spreads over acres of blue An epoch slithers in flamboyant hue The city of hearts pulsates with bliss Like a young girl, before...
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Veil: A poem by Gitika Verma
The acquiescent ‘pallu’ of her sari covered her face, never daring to slip from her crown, Ever since that moment when she had first set...
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Veil: A poem by Gitika Verma
The acquiescent ‘pallu’ of her sari covered her face, never daring to slip from her crown, Ever since that moment when she had first set...
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Veil: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
On nights like this, I lift my veil And breathe : Much like you do. Mine isn’t a cotton piece like yours. Mine is a...
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Veil: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
On nights like this, I lift my veil And breathe : Much like you do. Mine isn’t a cotton piece like yours. Mine is a...
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A victim: A poem by Roodaba Shah
Behind a smile, she is hiding anguishOf tormented nights,Lashes lanced dermis, severed soul.Dreams wings slashed and clipped in the struggle and strifeVoice muffled in innumerable...
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A victim: A poem by Roodaba Shah
Behind a smile, she is hiding anguishOf tormented nights,Lashes lanced dermis, severed soul.Dreams wings slashed and clipped in the struggle and strifeVoice muffled in innumerable...
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Unleash the inner strength, not the victim card: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
The cascading long tresses eclipsing her face, The cracked lips with a tinge of lipstick lace, The door is ajar with a sound of creak,...
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Unleash the inner strength, not the victim card: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
The cascading long tresses eclipsing her face, The cracked lips with a tinge of lipstick lace, The door is ajar with a sound of creak,...
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A victim of love : A poem by Supriya Bansal
The sun laved the garden, smudged a balmy, peachy hue on the placid verdure, Lilting melodies tinged the air, wrens ‘n robins warbled a rapturous...
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A victim of love : A poem by Supriya Bansal
The sun laved the garden, smudged a balmy, peachy hue on the placid verdure, Lilting melodies tinged the air, wrens ‘n robins warbled a rapturous...
