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By Arun Kumar Srivastava
हे अशांत! कैसी अशांति तेरे मन में,इस अशान्ति को प्रगति रूप दे
By Khushboo Sharma
I hear the bloodshed in solitude.The heart is losing the race.
By Sharanya Joshi
The question of power and peace The answer behind those moments that freeze
By Anupam Maurya
अपने अरमानों को बहने देना,बस अपनी सुनना और दिल करे वो करना
By Aayushman Bhardwaj
How suffocating it is to fill my lungsWith an air that leads me to death
By Mehar Mustaque
When the hope is lost,We’ll have to pay the cost
By Deepa Sajith
A waking dream,Carries us through.....
By Jyoti Nair
Life is like a beautiful fabricInterwoven with threads of love
By Pradeep Nithiyanantham
From the depths of my soul,To the world, for a new goal
By Ashish Kumar
Janmega jad se pat kabhiYe aas rok kar baitha hu
By Dilip Kumar Tiwari
Evening says, return to home,Morning says, awake.
By Arya Ninawe
I can’t remember the last time I truly laughedLaughed till my stomach ached, laughed like I was free,
By Nisha Kumari
अभी , तुम बहुत छोटे हो,कि मेरी गोदी में समा जाते हो।
By Kunal Punj
बैठे बैठे एक ख़याल दिमाग़ में आता हैएक अनकहा अनसुना रिश्ता और भी है जिसकी याद दिलाता है ।
By Nalini Srinivasan
Did u see my little boy...Who was a bundle of innocence & love?
By Neha Sharma
अंतर्द्वंद्व ये कैसा है?उम्रभर का फेरा
By Deepanwita Chakraborty
এই চিঠিটি লিখছি তোকেএকবারটি পড়েই দেখিস,
By Renju Robin
Yeshu Tu Hi Toh He MeraAarambh, Mera Yeh Annt Bhi
By Sujata Bhowmik
You and Ias cloud and sky
By Mohana Bhattacharjee
The diffused reflection of a sunny morning slowly fades away.A long, loose trail follows the shadow of solitude.
By Sudarshan Jha
माँ कई बार बच्चे को सौंप चुकी थी -सूखे स्तन,
By S P Singh Satyarthi
लौट आयेतुमने रोका नहीं
By Mohd Sarfraz Choudhary
The so called probabilities greeted,in a fortunate uncanny beginning
By VL Dinpuii
She saw him enter the cafe doorHer 16 year old heart skipped a beat
By Nilantika Banerjee
It is a pleasure to burnWhen you are the fire
By Melinda Pearson
2020- the year when ennui took over morn, noon and night,A monotony was set in my house to make sense of the banality-
By Aarya Jha
There is a scent, ancient and aching,Of stories long buried yet alive in decay
By Dhanya Divakaran
When our soul sweats;Deep in the cage of hearts
By Pushpa Nalavade
Help! Help! a tiny seed did plead, Don’t bury me here, I cannot breathe
By Shambhavi Singh
Dark confined yet pleasant, In a cave I used to hide
