Never Say Good Bye: A Poem by Latha Warrier
In the dance of time, we find our way, Through sunlit joys and shadows gray. Yet, in the heart, a truth held high, We whisper...
Winners Corner
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Come Soon: A Poem by Sujata Dash
Haunted by empty nest syndrome peeved by frosty bites of winter my soul saunters hither thither makes me take refuge in the perennial warmth of...
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I Wish For: A Poem by Sujata Dash
Travelling back and forth in time’s linear and circular motion is something …I ardently wish for for, palpating tomorrows , leaning on yesteryears shall fetch...
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My Life’s New Dawn: A Poem by Sakshi Bhatnagar
After a dark and foggy night, Just like a fresh morning dew, My day will definitely shine bright, Picturing life in a beautiful view Like...
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All I Want for Christmas is You: A Poem by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
When Santa comes silently through the chimney To read my desires in the yuletide hue The tinkling silver bells and the silvery snowflakes would Dance...
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New Dawn of My Life: A Poem by Archna Srivastawa
With the advent of new sun on the horizon My heart filled with immense enthusiasm Dreamy passion egar to vocal their desires Bright thoughts approach...
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Happiness is a Choice. Is it?: A Story by Amrita Mallik
Where ‘-isms’ direct the paths in our society, can it ever happen? Perhaps, in the Stone Age, the ignorant humans were actually happy. The more...
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Happy New Year: A Poem by Steffi Bhateja
Another day has dawned Bringing new hopes, new aspirations With chrysanthemums of bright hues blooming to their full glory The chill and frost fail to...
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Happiness is a Choice: A Story by Lalita Vaitheeswaran
Shruti was the live wire of our girlie gang. Her boisterous laughter would send down vivacity and we felt rejuvenated. Shruti was a mother of...
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Never Say Goodbye: A Poem by Srividya Subramanian
Caressing the sky shyly, it indolently rises- A Waking the world to its wild gaze and power- B The Sun culminating its stately sojourn across,...
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A Drifting Boat: A Poem by Dr. Shilpa Chakrabarti
Two boats, each different from the other, Had been together for years tied to the bank, anchored deep. Both cross the same routes, loaded with...
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The Scent of Paper: A Poem by Staffy Bhateja(Steffi)
The foregone glory of epistolary form, When the nerve-racking technology did not pervade A piece of paper was not simply a piece of paper Its...
