The restless soul: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
Like a wind, I love to wander in the tranceLike a fawn leap and dance Stagnant water cannot reach the oceanWant to be a river unsettle,...
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The restless soul: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
Like a wind, I love to wander in the tranceLike a fawn leap and dance Stagnant water cannot reach the oceanWant to be a river unsettle,...
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The city: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
The moon looks lonely as it lifts with finesseSome of my sheer loneliness. Silhouette of voidness descends in twilightAnd in the vacuity of this city, I...
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The city: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
The moon looks lonely as it lifts with finesseSome of my sheer loneliness. Silhouette of voidness descends in twilightAnd in the vacuity of this city, I...
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Anurodh: A poem by Sangeeta Gupta
रंग बिरंगी तितली उड़ कर बैठी फ़ूल की गुंजन पर न महक न अर्क पी सकी वो तो कागज के फूल थे मृगछल भूखी प्यासी...
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Anurodh: A poem by Sangeeta Gupta
रंग बिरंगी तितली उड़ कर बैठी फ़ूल की गुंजन पर न महक न अर्क पी सकी वो तो कागज के फूल थे मृगछल भूखी प्यासी...
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Titli ka Anurodh: A poem by Neeti Parti
फूलों के मीठे रसपान की मिठास लिएविचित्र रंगों का लिबास ओढ़ेअपने रास्ते में खुशबु बिखेरेमैं ही हूँ इस दुनिया को बनाये मेरे खूबसूरत नाज़ुक़ पंखों पर...
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Titli ka Anurodh: A poem by Neeti Parti
फूलों के मीठे रसपान की मिठास लिएविचित्र रंगों का लिबास ओढ़ेअपने रास्ते में खुशबु बिखेरेमैं ही हूँ इस दुनिया को बनाये मेरे खूबसूरत नाज़ुक़ पंखों पर...
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Monochrome city: A poem by Neeti Parti
The City is grandiloquent and loquacious.It speaks to me in elaborate and complex dialects Its coruscating, brilliant, sparkling lights flash shimmering, scintillating messages of splendour and...
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Monochrome city: A poem by Neeti Parti
The City is grandiloquent and loquacious.It speaks to me in elaborate and complex dialects Its coruscating, brilliant, sparkling lights flash shimmering, scintillating messages of splendour and...
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I am a woman: A story by Saravjot Hansrao
The shrill alarm pierced the calmness of dawn like the cry of a hungry toddler wanting the mother’s attention. Picturesque Dehradun…….. Mithila was quick...
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I am a woman: A story by Saravjot Hansrao
The shrill alarm pierced the calmness of dawn like the cry of a hungry toddler wanting the mother’s attention. Picturesque Dehradun…….. Mithila was quick...
