Diya aur baati: A poem by Anjali Sharma
दिए की जलती बुझती लौ टिमटिमाती हवाओं में पर न हारे हिम्मत चाहे बवंडर हों लाख फ़िज़ाओं मेंदीवाली ने पूछा दिए से आखिर क्यों जलते...
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Diya aur baati: A poem by Richa Verma
बाती बोली अपने दिये से सुनो! बहुत बेचैंन हो आओ, रुक जायें कहीं अब जायें थोड़ा सा ठहर I बरसो से यूँ तप तप कर...
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When I am gone: A poem by Maneet Gulati
“Catechizes my subliminal self, forcing me to ponder Veiled cobwebs, be cleansed, in my soul yonder That itch, wombed, yet scraping, tugging to hatch Ransacking...
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When I am gone: A poem by Maneet Gulati
“Catechizes my subliminal self, forcing me to ponder Veiled cobwebs, be cleansed, in my soul yonder That itch, wombed, yet scraping, tugging to hatch Ransacking...
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Mystery box: A poem by Anjana Prasad
A birthday giftwrapped in ribbon, pink, blue or greenseems a mystery box to mesitting on a table to be solved.Abra-Kadabra!!! golden bobblesthe gift you get...
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Birthday gift: A poem by Manisha Amol
The little girl woke up, With a lot of pain on her face.Resting on a garbage pile,She was full of disgrace.No one around her, To embrace her...
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Starry night: A poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
On a mystical, magical, silent, silvery, starry night Dispelling darkness when the rising stars in the sky smiled bright One amongst them was brilliantly luminous...
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Diya aur baati: A poem by Dr. Aparna Pradhan
आओ चारों ओर प्रकाश फैलाएँ रूहानी इश्क़ जताकर बाती बोली दीये से मन्नत का धागा बन कर मै तुझ में समा जाऊँ तुम्हारी अर्धागिनी बन...
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Eternal black: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Black, the colour so mysterious and a journey unknown In relationships sadly as seeds of suspicion are sown Black, the colour of eerie darkness of...
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Black: A poem by Rohini J
The fear within strikes back stronger than before this timeI am trapped in the black box filled with depraved thoughtsthe feeling of nothingness is choking...
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Black: A poem by Vandana Saxena
Black is colour of the darkness, yet I fell for its depth, For its unexplored horizons, strong aura, and sultry breath It never chose a...
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Black: A poem by Ven-Lyn A. Valdez
I can hear the whispering beauty,When there’s nothing else to see,How it is defined by the world,And the people that surround me,A kind of paradise...
