Victim!: A poem by Shraddha Jhanwar
When her silence mode is on, The victim is born, He thinks silence is weak, As her silence is scared to speak, She feels silence...
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Victim!: A poem by Shraddha Jhanwar
When her silence mode is on, The victim is born, He thinks silence is weak, As her silence is scared to speak, She feels silence...
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My child and I: A story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
The rummy party was bustling with merriment as the ladies dealt and distributed the cards. Mrs. Rita Bakshi, the host was in her pink gossamer...
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My child and I: A story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
The rummy party was bustling with merriment as the ladies dealt and distributed the cards. Mrs. Rita Bakshi, the host was in her pink gossamer...
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My child & I: A poem by Nisha Tandon
It is so easy for me to fall in love with youYour innocence and effervescence is just so trueYou give hope to failures I at...
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My child & I: A poem by Nisha Tandon
It is so easy for me to fall in love with youYour innocence and effervescence is just so trueYou give hope to failures I at...
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Astitva: A poem by Rajni Sardana
ना मिटा मेरा अस्तित्व मुझे भी जहां में आने दें तेरी ही तो परछाई बनूँगी तुझे क्या करना ज़माने से नहीं चाहिए जिनको बेटी ...
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Astitva: A poem by Rajni Sardana
ना मिटा मेरा अस्तित्व मुझे भी जहां में आने दें तेरी ही तो परछाई बनूँगी तुझे क्या करना ज़माने से नहीं चाहिए जिनको बेटी ...
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My child and I: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Exhausted after a labor prolonged,My forehead crowned with beads of perspiration n’ a frown,I looked down at my bundle cloaked in a cottony pink gown.A...
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My child and I: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Exhausted after a labor prolonged,My forehead crowned with beads of perspiration n’ a frown,I looked down at my bundle cloaked in a cottony pink gown.A...
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The stranger: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
With Uncanny and arcane looks he followed Every crossroad that I tread Recondite and abstruse his intentions His Queer, dark n covert foibles I began...
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The stranger: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
With Uncanny and arcane looks he followed Every crossroad that I tread Recondite and abstruse his intentions His Queer, dark n covert foibles I began...
