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...
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She loves me, she loves me not: A story by Supriya Bansal
He rubbed his sleepy eyes. Sun had filtered gently through the window-sheers casting an array of patterns on the bed. Clutter-clatter, he could hear Amma...
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She loves me, she loves me not: A story by Supriya Bansal
He rubbed his sleepy eyes. Sun had filtered gently through the window-sheers casting an array of patterns on the bed. Clutter-clatter, he could hear Amma...
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Victim: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
The tired, hungry and desperate Migrant workers, walking for miles, Without food and footwear Are victims of political inefficiency. The poverty-ridden millions, Who suffer constantly...
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Victim: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
The tired, hungry and desperate Migrant workers, walking for miles, Without food and footwear Are victims of political inefficiency. The poverty-ridden millions, Who suffer constantly...
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The court room: A poem by Priya Washikar
He stood dejected in the court today He just couldn’t believe his ears The false abuses she hurled at him She, his wife of just...
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The court room: A poem by Priya Washikar
He stood dejected in the court today He just couldn’t believe his ears The false abuses she hurled at him She, his wife of just...
