Be Bold Be You: A Poem by Rupal Desai
My hair’s turned to silver, not scorched by the sun, Its shine shaped by lessons, a crown it has won. Life’s wisdom has woven this...
Winners Corner
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एक मजदूर का जीवन: डॉ नीरा यादव द्वारा रचित कविता
रात पेट को हथेली में लेकर सोया था, संभवतः उसने अपने हिस्से का भोजन, अपने भूखे बच्चे को खिलाया था, दिन भर के परिश्रम से...
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मज़दूर: डॉ. मल्लिका त्रिपाठी द्वारा रचित कविता
मग़रूर नहीं मजदूर हूँ, मैं थकान से चूर हूँ, सिर पर बोझा, मन से व्याकुल, फिर भी जीने को मजबूर हूँ । बच्चे मेरे भूखे...
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एक मजदूर का जीवन: डॉ नीरा यादव द्वारा रचित कविता
रात पेट को हथेली में लेकर सोया था, संभवतः उसने अपने हिस्से का भोजन, अपने भूखे बच्चे को खिलाया था, दिन भर के परिश्रम से...
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Echoes Beyond The Veil: A Poem by Daniel Miltz
Secrets drift softly in the air Carried on the breeze, fragile, rare Silent voices dance beyond the veil Mysteries cloaked in shadows, hidden, frail Gentle...
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Whispers of the Unseen: A Poem by Harendra Narayan Singh
Beneath the hush of twilight’s breath, Where silence walks the edge of death, A shadow stirs in velvet air, Its whisper trailing secrets there. The...
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What Passes Between Worlds: A Poem by Concetta Pipia
The air remembers what we have forgotten Thin voices through leaves that no one planted Morning shadows leaning away from what casts them I have...
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To My Mother: A Poem by Pema Yangdon
An epitome of limitless love; Soaring high above the horizon, Sinking fathomless under the sea. In every corner of the world, Everyone embraces the warmth...
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Mother, I Look a Little Like You!: A Poem by Garima Sudan
Mother, I look a little like you, Whenever I drape a saree, I resemble you. A big bindi on my forehead, bangles on my hands,...
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To My Mother: A Poem by Jayashree Bhattacherjee
Mom, do red roses bloom in Paradise ? I believe, they do How I wish to send a message to an angel to pick ‘n...
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Growing Old: A Poem by Latha Warrier
In twilight’s glow, with silvered hair, I sit in peace, a weathered chair. The world once rushed, now gently flows, Like softened streams where memory...
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Growing Old: A Poem by Susanta Pattnayak
Growing Old [The Slow Becoming] We do not grow up— we unfold, like paper left in the rain, blurring ink into new meanings. Each birthday...
