I am not ashamed: A poem by Nisha Tandon
I am not ashamed to drape a “hijab” or a “burqa” Though it masks and protects my dignity, I am not a coward Please do...
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All of a sudden one day: A story by Vandana Saxena
Meera was again amidst the hills, her favorite destination, which brought her the “Calm”. She came every year to this small town in the lap...
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The Duet: A story by Sreemati Sen
A pensive Rishi sat looking at his sleeping son. An exact replica of him, he smiled. The cute dimples, the mop of curly hair, the...
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Wish…: A poem by Shristee Singh
All of a sudden one day,Equanimity flowed amongst earthling.Humans had beautiful words to say,As compassion in them took its wing. All of a sudden one...
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Fire: A poem by Jayashree Pillai
The smoke spirals upwards – grey pillars that scorn theBits of flintThat bore them,Spurred on by heady flamesThat dance drunkenlyIn the breeze.The flints burn –...
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Earth: A poem by Sharmila Menon
The uncertain rain Left the earth with longingTo be touched soothingly.Their moment of unionInevitable, designed by fate.The acheful waiting so sweetMade the moment desirous.Time tread...
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Bridal earth: A poem by Nisha Tandon
The coy Earth is in perpetuity adorned as a virgin brideAn orb of magnificence, an eternal paradise to live inBeneath a veil that is embellished...
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Badlaav: A poem by Nisha Tandon
आँख मिचोली में बीत गया गुज़रा सालहुआ कुछ अनोखा तो बहुत कुछ मन को भा गयाकुछ क़समें-वादे नए और आधे-अधूरे सपने भीतो कुछ नई उम्मीदें...
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Mother earth: A poem by Sonal Singh
Shackled in chains, mother has lived a life of bondage. Bound to her children, her seed; she has despaired. A mute spectator to the atrocities...
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Naye Varsh mein aao prem ke ped ugaayein: A poem by Dr. Aparna Pradhan
नए वर्ष की पावन बेला में प्रेम का संदेश फैला कर रंजिश और नफ़रत की दीवारें गिराएँ I दिल में नया रंग, नई उमंग और...
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Woman: A poem by Rohini Penna
Woman! Frailty is thy nameYet Stronger than your Male counterpartYou’ve proved to be, time and again,For centuries your voice has been suppressedEven in the so-called...
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Maternity: A poem by Shakuntala Kanakagiri
Eleventh-hour nerves and eleventh-hour blues So many things to wind up and settle favors and dues: Miles and miles to go before I sleep; Yards...
