A stranger: A poem by Nisha Tandon
He breezed into my life and evoked the quiescent feelingsAnd like an angel, he took me under his guardian wings I was heading aimlessly in directions...
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A stranger: A poem by Nisha Tandon
He breezed into my life and evoked the quiescent feelingsAnd like an angel, he took me under his guardian wings I was heading aimlessly in directions...
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A stranger: A poem by Supriya Bansal
A man, faded away, breathed his last, in a remote isolated site, all-alone his plea for assistance flopped ‘n floundered, fell to a zilch, for...
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A stranger: A poem by Supriya Bansal
A man, faded away, breathed his last, in a remote isolated site, all-alone his plea for assistance flopped ‘n floundered, fell to a zilch, for...
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Ambition: A poem by Supriya Bansal
The wee wispy cloud maundered along with the mother cloud, across the cobalt sky, “Can I touch the earth, O’ mother? “The novice wondered, gazing fixedly into...
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Ambition: A poem by Supriya Bansal
The wee wispy cloud maundered along with the mother cloud, across the cobalt sky, “Can I touch the earth, O’ mother? “The novice wondered, gazing fixedly into...
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Jab tak ummeed hai, hausle buland honge: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
कुछ कर गुजरने का हो जज़्बा तुझमें और दिल में हौसलामिलेगी प्यार की शीतल छाया ,तू उम्मीद का दामन फैला ।ये अँधेरे क्या रोकेंगे रास्ता...
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Jab tak ummeed hai, hausle buland honge: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
कुछ कर गुजरने का हो जज़्बा तुझमें और दिल में हौसलामिलेगी प्यार की शीतल छाया ,तू उम्मीद का दामन फैला ।ये अँधेरे क्या रोकेंगे रास्ता...
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Your ambition will reflect…: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
Hers is a story bordering on despair to hope, from rags to richesA march from dilapidated neighborhood to an upscale complex, To wipe out the stigma...
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Your ambition will reflect…: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
Hers is a story bordering on despair to hope, from rags to richesA march from dilapidated neighborhood to an upscale complex, To wipe out the stigma...
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Main sirf ek rishta nahin hoon: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
आईने के सामने खड़े होकर मैं अक्सर आईने से पूछती हूँ –क्या वो पहचानता है मुझे और मेरे अस्तित्व कोमेरे अंतर्मन के दर्द की चुभन...
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Amar Astitva: A poem by Mani Saxena
अग्नि की शय्या पर अंतिम विदा हैं लेतें,देह मिट जाते,पर अस्तित्व ज़िंदा है रहतें।सदियों से कालचक्र के बंधनों में हैं बँधते,मौसम कभी पलटते कभी कितने...
