Memories of summers past: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Nostalgic, I reminisce, conjuring wistful memoriesOf languorous summers that kept us busyBuzzing like bees,Our innocent games, full of claps, laughter n’ silly dreams.The lanes we...
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Monsoon showers: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Parched, forlorn streets gazed with trepidation,Burnt earth cried dry tears of pain,Climbing devil’s ivy drooped, scorched, singed,Bereaved, heads looked up in vain.And then as monsoon...
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A stranger: A poem by Preeti S Manaktala
On a quest to search you— many questions still remain unanswered.You, a stranger, an enigma and mystical. I wonder who you really are?Not again, don’t step into...
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A stranger: A poem by Preeti S Manaktala
On a quest to search you— many questions still remain unanswered.You, a stranger, an enigma and mystical. I wonder who you really are?Not again, don’t step into...
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Monsoon: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Thunderous clouds sprawl across the skies languidlyEnthused to drop the first pearls on the athirst EarthAnd as the raindrops descend like musical chimesIn desolate hearts,...
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Monsoon: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Thunderous clouds sprawl across the skies languidlyEnthused to drop the first pearls on the athirst EarthAnd as the raindrops descend like musical chimesIn desolate hearts,...
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Lifting the veil: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
The veil that covers my head from top to toe,Doesn’t shield my fearlessness, painful soirees, piercing woe,I am enough to fend for my short-lived dreams,Don’t...
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Lifting the veil: A poem by Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
The veil that covers my head from top to toe,Doesn’t shield my fearlessness, painful soirees, piercing woe,I am enough to fend for my short-lived dreams,Don’t...
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Monsoon magic: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Brittle, grizzled, parched and scorched, as the arid earth whispered its pain Lo! The sky opened up, delicate as muslin, poured down the soft rain...
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Monsoon magic: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Brittle, grizzled, parched and scorched, as the arid earth whispered its pain Lo! The sky opened up, delicate as muslin, poured down the soft rain...
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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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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...
