When You Will Come Back: A Poem by Dr. Sonia Gupta
O’ you are far away from me, yet so very near, Always close to my heart, you are my dear, In the breeze blowing and...
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An Ode to My Mother: A Poem by Dr. Sonia Gupta
O’ you are a wonderful creation of God, Without whom is incomplete this whole world, An embodiment of love, sacrifices, and care, A small word...
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गुलमोहर: डॉ. सोनिया गुप्ता द्वारा रचित कविता
खिला है आज गुलमोहर, बड़ा ये मुस्कुराया है, हरिक पत्ता लहरता सा, हरिक गुल खिलखिलाया है | महकती सी सजी वसुधा फ़ज़ा बहकी हुई सी...
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रंगों भरे मौसम में: डॉ. सोनिया गुप्ता द्वारा रचित कविता
मन में उठती नईं तरंगे, रंगों भरे मौसम में, भर देते हैं खुशियाँ ढेरों, रंग ये जीवन में ! नीला, पीला, हरा, गुलाबी, लाल, बैंगनी,...
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रिमझिम गिरे सावन: डॉ. सोनिया गुप्ता द्वारा रचित कविता
रिमझिम रिमझिम गिरता सावन, कितने ही पल बीत लिए, अब तो जल्दी तुम आ जाओ, आया है ‘आषाढ़’ प्रिये! कोकिल कूके, मयूरा नाचे, भंवरा भी...
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Passion: A Poem by Sudha Viswanath
Traversing through valleys and hills, Confronting at times blizzards and chills, I move further away from my town and home, For wandering is my passion...
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Frames That Speak: A Poem by Kirti V
Adorning the plastered walls, Each frame speaks a lot, About the eyes that met, And the breath that seeped through the walls. Some were the...
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हँसते-हँसते: ऋषिका द्वारा रचित कविता
हँसते हँसते अचानक आँखें नम हो जाती है जब किसी की याद चुपके से आ जाती है शबनम का अंगारा दिला जाते है कुछ अहसास...
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The Compassionate Ocean: A Poem by Ambika Gibikote Tadipatri
Pulsating with life the sparkling ocean enchantingly beckons, Captivated by its magic, the audience clamor for impressions. Little droplets of water making gurgling waves, Spurting...
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The Love Song: A Story by Sheela S. Iyer
I was madly in love with Krish but could never gather the courage to express this. Whenever I tried to pour out my hidden feelings,...
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The Photograph: A Poem by Vasudha Pansare
Suddenly her eyes fall on the old photograph, She looks so pretty and so innocent, How quickly time passes, like a flash, And now her...
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The Photograph: A Poem by Beena Menon
With wrinkled hands and round reading glasses on, She pulled out the dusty half torn albums Stored away carefully in the shaky wooden cupboard. Delicately...
