My First True Love: A poem by Renette Dsouza
I waited endlessly at the window for hours Waited patiently without ever getting bored Waiting for him to magically appear My eyes fixated at the...
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Happiness is…: A poem by Anju Kishore
…finding rickshaws as if they were charmedBy a flourish of your guardian angel’s wand,Weaving through traffic that did not choke you for onceAnd ticking off...
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Happiness is…: A poem by Vasumathi Arvind
Happiness is the first cry of a newborn An explosion of feelings, it is motherhood born. Happiness is the first raindrop on the parched earth...
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Happiness is…: A poem by Nisha Raviprasad
the dawdling dusk seemed to linger some more and on the beach drifting into sleepy gray were chiaroscuros, most running about in a mad frenzy...
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Tranquility: A poem by Uma Natarajan
In the peaceful stillness of the nightTranquility draws me closer to mystical moonlightGazing at the vast Shimmering sky looking brightDelicate winds sing the serene tune...
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Growing up to be me: A poem by Gomathi Mohan
Every time my giggles were silenced – “they didn’t behove of a girl”, I grew up to hate myself, within a shell I began to...
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And I grew up: A poem by Rajni Sinha
Frisking with the rabbitsFluttering with the birdsVying with the butterfliesTo reach the beautiful flowers.Up with sunriseTo catch the dewThat was my childhoodDo believe me please...
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The way one grows…: A poem by Fatima Afshan
I was born into a dream world. There were lights, love, beauty, and smiles. A child in me plucked a flower and smelt it. When...
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Myth breakers: A poem by Geethanjali Dilip
Sound waves traveled magically creating music in a box, Fascination was a fairy tale when the unknown stayed under locks, Someone had to end that...
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And I grew up: A poem by Shamsul Haq
My body being smirched, yet quite happier at the heart’s coreBlaming none, swelling sprightly like a balloon for an unabated flyAn aim to mingle with...
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Discipline to the fore: A poem by Julian Sujendran
Strict adherence to ethics was the watchword of the past. Ethics that stood, the tests of the past. I searched for a meaning of...
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Red: A poem by Gomathi Mohan
Red Riding Hood and the wicked wolf’s fairytale, Santa Claus in candy apple suit, hearty and hale. Raspberry, strawberry apple, cherry, glowing in red like...
