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By Aditi Pote
I ask yet again as if for the first time.."Aai, do you remember my name?"
By Debmitra Das
I stood at the edge of the storming sky,Where tears once threatened, but I passed them by.
By Parvinder Kaur Sukh Ludhiana
ਮੈਂ ਕੁਦਰਤ ਕੁਝ ਬੋਲ ਰਹੀ ਹਾਂ, ਪੋਲ ਬੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਖੋਲ੍ਹ ਰਹੀ ਹਾਂ। ਇਨਸਾਨ ਬਣ ਗਿਆ ਖੁਦਗਰਜ਼ ਹੈ,
By Simran Qureshi
I started a day,Searching for a way.
By Anuj Prakash Gautam
This emotionally resonant poem is a heartfelt tribute from a child mourning the irreplaceable loss of their mother.
By Subita Rooprai
I’m quite old school...I make my point,
By Meetu Mishra
O' mighty, seemingly unsinkable Titanic,We lost you, at cruel hands of destiny-how tragic
By Sreenidhi Santhanam
A sculptor’s quest for flawlessness reveals a quiet truth: sometimes, letting go of perfection is what brings true beauty to light.
By Harsha Bal
इश्क में नाकामी कुछ यूँ रही। चाहा जिसे हमने वो मिलकर भी मिला नहीं।
By Chrissie Christian
A crowd slowly amasses at the grave bereaved,Sobs accompanied by cries of anguish for the name engraved
By Vartika Mittal
अवधपुरी के राजा दशरथ,रानियां थीं उनकी तीन।
By Trevor Pinto
In the land of Buri Nazar,everyone envied
By Nilima Pradhan
A world of men, it seems to be, Why must all pronouns still be "he"?
By Rachit Kapoor
एक दिया सा जलती है...बेटी जब जन्म लेती है...
By Anushka Malik
हाँ, मैं कृष्ण हूँमैं उत्तर हूँ,मैं प्रश्न भी।
By Mitali Bhattacharya
A mother reads a newspaper headline, 'WAR DECLARED'.
By Neethu Prasanna
The toaster spat smoke, its serpent wireplugged into a batter-licked socket.
By Ojal Tiwari
The Earth received first drop from the skyAfter a long, long wait
By Parth Nijhawan
In the hall of mirrors, I stood stillLacking all features of life and thrill
By Aishwarya Roy
The colonizers write about flowers.Sitting in their wooden bungalows, with a papercut on finger covered by gauze
By Ratnesh Gupta
जीवन के हर क्षण को जीते-रोते, बिलखते, लड़ते, झगड़ते
By Sushma Suraparaju
Azure, dazzling with brightness,May not always be bluish blues-
By Himangi Sharma
Watching a tree sitting idle-No bird chattering,
By Maurya Shejav
की तुम पूछते हमसे, फिर भी हम तुम्हें बता न पाते।ये दूरियाँ और दायरें ही थे कुछ ऐसे, की तुम्हें कुछ बयान न कर पाते॥
By Pramod Menon
The Pied Piper and his magical music,The enchanting and enticing story
By Ifra Fatima
The weight of unsaid wordsCarried in the deepest chambers of your heart.
By Shriya Kothari
First dropTouches the parched earth
By Kumar Ranjan
करूँ कहाँ से शुरू मैं प्रियतमा प्रथम भेंट की बातें |मिलन की बेला , हमारा मिलना या मिलन पूर्व की रातें ||
By Tarannum Shaikh
कश्मकश, जद्दोजेहद, बेचैनी, बेखयाली, दीवानगी, आवारगी, बेबसी, बदहवासी
By Lakshay Dahiya
I was skipping and jumping and hopping throughIn the garden of childhood where flowers bloomed
