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By Piya SharmaHow can a painting, I wonder,Be so alive,That leaves me mesmerized,Every day,
By Mehak Sharma
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒, 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑒,
By Pamali Dhar
Enough of those busy walks you take amongst the crowd,Enough of the strong faces to show yourself proud.
By Payal Meena
Two nations stand with guarded eye,Beneath the same blue sky.
By Angela George
Why is it, O why is it always so?Just when you see a flower in bloom,it wilts away,
By Dr. Neharika SaxenaAs I sway your hair belovedI get entangled in your alluring smile
By Shalini Sarkar
I believed I had the liberty of timeThat I had an eternity at my disposal to forgive you
By Geetika Mannan
Leh, LadakhThe mountains I see are quiet but sternThey look challenging yet calm,
By Uma Singh
Everyday faced with a new daunting task,Coming for duty in protective clothing and masks.
By Sangram Keshari Mallik
After my death After my death I wish listening
By Vijayalata ShirahattimathHe calls himself, an anthophile. In his eyes, I’m a flower!
By Dilip Kumar Darjee
When I look up to morning sky,The Sun appears, so bold and high.
By Monalisha Mohapatra
ଆଜି ପୁଣି ଗୋଟେ ରାତି ରହଣି ତୋ ସହରରେପୁଣି ସେଇ ପୁରୁଣା ସିହରଣ ସବୁ ରକ୍ତ କଣିକାରେ
By Divya Priya A
The church bell rang as the clock struck twelveThe parishioners wished peace
By Ajay Singh Sheela
मेरे 19 साल के गाल पे प्यो दा छाप्पड़ पड़ने ही वाला था,कि मम्मी आई, बोली ‘कैसे हाथ लगा दोगे ऐसे ही?’
By Rubina Haque
" আর কত গণহত্যা "কাশ্মীরের শীতল পাহাড়ের মাটিকে ছোঁয়ার উচ্ছ্বাস,
By Purnima Ray
You, the bearer of stars and its light, I talk to thee, in suit of armour bright!
By Prithipal Sethi
A speck of dustA wispy rudderless seed
By Saanvi Gupta
Beneath the sky's expansive berth,Nature speaks in silent mirth.Whispers of the ancient soil,
By Santhini Govindan
In a crowded nursery of plants, sat a little mango sapling, just a few inches tall.
By Nivedita Dash
With time, two souls fell in love Sharp, shy and filled with young blood
By Amna Javaid
They changed.So did I!And then they asked, where have the old you gone?
By Nandita Dammur
When an experience is experienced It latches to a thought
By Priya Aggarwal
गूंज उठी चहुँ ओर , ये कैसी शंख नाद है?
By Meghna Kinjalk
A little girl with eyes aglow,Stars of hope within her soul
By Kalyani Ray
the heart would find solace in solitude.
By Gopal Radhakrishnan
Oh slave liberate yourself.
By Radhika Shah
I saw you, I saw me And all the other things that could be
By Shizah Aziz Bolwar
It is the 12th of April in the year of the unspoken words.
By Dr Maitreyee Joshi
Your dining table forever welcomes The near and dear ones with open arms
