The Twilight Chill: A Poem by Kalucharan Sahu
A soft pallor of light pervades the sky In the wee hours of the twilight; The sun is trying to rise from its nether point...
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Whispers of the Dawn: A Poem by Concetta Pipia
The stars, reluctant, whisper their farewells, As darkness sighs, its cloak begins to thin. Night, jealous mistress, clings to her black veils, Dreading the sun’s...
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आकाशगंगा: डॉ. नीरा यादव द्वारा रचित कविता
एक अद्भुत दृश्यावली, आह, कितनी मनोरम आकाशगंगा ! आदिकाल से सृष्टि पटल पर है सृजित, असंख्य तारावलियों की अनंत यात्रा, सघन तिमिर से द्वन्दरत क्षितिज...
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आकाशगंगा: शशि धर कुमार द्वारा रचित कविता
अम्बर के आँचल में फैली ये चाँदनी, सितारों की झिलमिल की अद्भुत कहानी। अनंत के सागर में मोती सा चमके, हर रात एक नई आध्यात्मिक...
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Mountain Trails: A Poem by Shilpa Chakrabarti
Above the rugged, steep slope Through the thick outgrown grass, My eyes gazed at the cirrus, Spread in dollops, on the vast cerulean canvas;The undulation...
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Mirage of Hope: A Poem by Lolita Bhattacharya
Hearts that used to beat as one Are now distant, sullen and taciturn. Life when burdened under heavy expectations Bury feelings without communication. Stony silence...
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Cosmic Love: A Poem by Snežana Šolkotović
The way I feel about you Is love to heaven itself Inspiration where all the stars shine, The moon that accompanies us on a walk...
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The Mirage of Hope: A Poem by Staffy Bhateja (Steffi)
Despair, Dullness, Despondency abound For Life cannot be a bed of roses Neither an incurable malady, nor Yama roaring in his usual baritone at your...
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Shadows Unveiled: A Poem by Dr. Mallika Tripathi
In the shadows, you weave your sinister webs, Believing the dark will guard your secrets eternally. No matter how intricately you shroud the truth or...
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Miracles of Love: A Poem by Dr. Mallika Tripathi
There comes a time when love engulfs your spirit, You listen a quiet murmur in the rustling leaves, It swells in the silent endurance of...
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In the Hushed Graveyard: A Poem by Concetta Pipia
Beneath the moon’s pale, ghastly glow, Where shadows whisper soft and low, Forgotten stones in silence mourn, Shrouded in mist, their tales are torn. Ebon...
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The Fair’s Quiet Magic: An Essay by Concetta Pipia
The summer of my childhood was a series of fading photographs, sepia-toned memories blending into one another. There was a day that stands out like...
