Water: A poem by Rachna Karara
The muddy, murky water lets out a primitive scream,“Clean me before it is too late,Do not pressure me, no more can I take.”Heavy-duty plastic bags...
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Mother earth: A poem by Rachna Karara
Mother Earth cries in the somber darknessInfinitely abysmal, still, serene and beautifulIt’s a primitive voice in the deep chasms of its vastnessGiving a harsh and...
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Water: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Sweating, impetus, electric with elation and wild I ran for a plunge into the water that smiled I dived, fell, floated – what a sweet...
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Mahan Aatma: A poem by Neeti Parti
The Palash had shaken off the summer inertia and begun to paint the horizon with streaks of red The fragrant and floral lawns of Birla...
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Border: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
The border felt like a swollen blister on her skin It was an open scathing wound, emotional injury within How harsh and painful it is...
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When I am home from the border: A poem by Supriya Bansal
Hiding in the trenches, sweat glistening on my face The sounds of blazing guns surround me, Each shot brings back you, things I was yet to do Promise...
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The border speaks: A poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
I stand tall undeterred like a mountain Made of metal barbs I’m also called a fence Wearing my cap of patriotism for my nation I...
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Breaking borders: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
It was nothing more thanA few dots stitched togetherIn a straight line in red – my mother’s saree.It fascinated me – that border of red...
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The reality of paradise: A poem by Dr. Archana Tandon
Is paradise a place where I will go when I die Or is it a place where I am destined to live, to testify For...
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Paradise: A poem by Khushboo Yadav
Where love prevails without hatred and enmity.When the mind overcomes all conflicts and feels peace and serenity.Where wisdom is attained removing all fear.We feel the...
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The captain’s ring : A story by Supriya Bansal
“It was good while it lasted”, Maya smiled as she ran her eyes over the ring, her farewell present from the captain. For her, he...
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Mlle’s ring: A story by Sonal Singh
To the tiny town of Creekwood, on a frosty winter morning came Mlle. Giroux. She walked in just as the mist started to lift. Her...
