Our frontline heroes: A poem by Priya Washikar
To our fearless and resolute heroes Who are leading from the front Putting their lives at risk for us And they don’t complain even once...
Winners Corner
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Freedom…: A poem by Mousumiee Baruah
Met a monk at the banks of Ganga last year.At Rishikesh, land of hermit and seer. Drape in a saffron robe, forehead shining with sandalwood paste.He...
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A flight to freedom : A poem by Supriya Bansal
There’s mayhem, mobocracy all around me, a mist mucking lucidity, I pine for the elusive freedom, away from the tireless, abounding acridity My thoughts...
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My Pluviophile heart: A poem by Priya Washikar
Drizzling drops of divinity Drenched every winding lane The parched longing of the Earth Welcomed the blissful rain The heavenly petrichor emanated After a spell...
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Petrichor: A poem by Nisha Tandon
The Earth has been athirst to taste the elixir of lifeIt looks towards the azure skies as if pleading in desperationOminous black clouds sprawl across...
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Petrichor: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Tenderly, as ambrosial water seepsInto the soil, sun-kissedFilling its pores down to the cryptDelicate earth laced air, risesA fragrance divinely sublime arises.Enthusing an alluring thrill,Soulful...
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Petrichor: A poem by Jellie N.Wyckelsma
Summer retreats, leaving behind a parched land Where life no longer seems to exist Tired plumes of grass and naked river boulders Sigh with relief...
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Petrichor: A poem by Dr. Sonia Gupta
O’ when drizzling raindrops fall down with pitter-patter, And get embraced in the lap of mother earth, Tiny droplets get mingled into the mud on...
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Our Frontline Heroes: A story by Preethi Warrier
It was late in the evening when she returned from work. Wading through a sea of shanties, thankfully with a lesser crowd, she hurried into...
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Anklets: A poem by Sarala Balachandran
Her anklets jingled As she walked On the wet green grass As he looked and admired her divinity Each step of hers sang a lovely...
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Paradise: A poem by Dr. Guncha Gupta
Square den clouded with smokeRock star lying wasted, doped!Abrupt shock of colors geometrically aligned,Hexagons upon hexagons forming a labyrinthine tunnel,Sucking him weightlessly into the labyrinth.Sudden...
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Border: A poem by Vandana Saxena
A crooked line drawn by an amateur artist Demarked a tranquility slumbered land Dividing the nation for religious protagonists Creating border on the same sand...
