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...
Winners Corner
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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...
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Gandhi-A Philosophy: A poem by Dr. Archana Tandon
His name was Mahatma Gandhi Donning dhoti and shawl woven on the charkha He reflected simplicity as his identity Opposed to brute force and immorality...
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You are a Gandhi: A poem by Birendra K Agrawal
If you can raise your voice against a wrong And speak straight to the enemy however strong If you can fight till your last breath...
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The messiah of peace: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
When a hand of terror coursed through the landAnd held it captive for a century and beyond,He arrived.He strode across the ancient routes,That bore the...
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Geisha: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Draped in a floral kimono that rustles with finesse Knotting with an obi belt and my meticulously tied tress My beauteous face masked in snow...
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Ode to geisha: A poem by Rachna Karara
An extraordinary woman of great talent and exotic beauty,She dances and sways her slim hips in rhythm,To a sonorous melody entertaining the Japanese men,A ravishing...
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I am a geisha -a commotion of emotions: A poem by Supriya Bansal
Shironuri guises the blemishes smudges snags on my face, on my skin, But it doesn’t seep in my soul, to bury the cracks, rifts ‘n rents within I am a...
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In you I found my paradise: A poem by Supriya Bansal
Paradise, they say is a place of exceptional pleasure ‘n delight Is it really the same, what I experience each day ‘n every night? The...
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Silent wintry night: A poem by Kaberi Mukherjee
The sharp wintry night falls, The mist covers the leaves, lanes, and lights The trees stand helpless awaiting for spring. In the silence, echoes every...
