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By Spatika Jayaram

Yesterday I went out to see the sun set, and

Didn’t realize it would be one of the rare ones yet,

By Virat Dodia

We my friend,

Are on the eve of destruction,

By Pragnya Paramita

My mother taught me
Not to make mountains

By Hanan Harish

Woke up searching,
for a trace of peace,

By Aahna Jain

By Yugesh Kumar

न योगी को सुना न ओवैसी को
मुझे और भी काम हैं

 By Ruppesh Nalwaya

 तुम कायर हो तो वार करो, 

चाहे जितना अत्याचार करो |

By  Vidisha Gupta

Peace is not being in a quiet and isolated place,

By Bipasha Gayary

I'm too scared to look out the window,
The borderline of trust burning in flames,

By Prarthana Devi

My Dear People, here I am your beloved Peace;

Beloved because you always said so and I believe

By Nafeesa Ghazal

Detached things come blazing home

green moon and star lives with tricoloured

By Asawari Bhatia

Troubled thoughts madness on the run,
Where wars are raging and nature is on fire

By Samidha Kumar

Strip me off my impiety in the

middle of the night

By Ananya.M

 If madness has a colour,

and it certainly can

By Ladiangti Rani

When the cob-webs of all vile

and masochistic concept be blown away

By Manasth Jain

I could hear the birds

Flying for the wind