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By Mowsam Hazarika
কথা পাতিবলৈ মন গলেমই মাজে মাজে মনকেই মাতি আনো
By Sujata Ghosh
Nature is the playground Where I love to dwell the most
By Balachandran Nair MJ
No more and no shall,The lamp posts in the dark
By Divya Devarajan
Right amidst the lush green patch near the parkis one vacant house, closed and sealed
By Tripti Shrivastava
Ruke naa tu Jhuke naa tuTu Aandhiyon Sa vaar kar
By Surbhi Islam
Death, a peaceful vacuumWhere souls hover like a kite
By Pooja Wankar
माटी से जन्मा इंसान, फिर माटी में मिल जाता है,त्याग देह को आतम फिर, एक नया देह चुन लेता है।
By Gunjan Pandya
It’s simple, it’s clear and in stark contrastOft repeated, brushed in, then pulled apart
By Divya Pathak
अंधेरी सी जिंदगी में सूरज सी रोशनी हो जाएगी
By Subbulakshmi Sundaram
அன்னை இடையில்அழகாய் அமர்ந்து
By Aiyana Kashyap
Silence echoes the hallwaysEmpty and quiet with a pale, yellow light
By Sweta Singh
मुझमें शहर ज़्यादा, गाँव थोड़ा कम हैमेरा जन्म हुआ शहर में,
By Gurpreet Kaur Pannu
I feel a sharp pang of sorrowas I write this down,
By Fatima Ahmad
One day I found a key lying aroundMysteriously, it lay on the ground
By Priyamvada Bagadi
You receive a silent invitation Something evokes
By Sheena Joseph
Would you stand up in a room full of men, Hold your ground, speak up again?
By Shailraj Shukla
You are my Apricity, you are my Siesta.You are my Gala, you mark my Fiesta.
By Piyush Rai
What is this age?Why it feels like an ironical rage?!
By Hrithika M
The fault, dear friend, lies not in stars, Nor in the hands of kin, but in the dark
By Pradnya Mate
वेळ केव्हा थांबते ,थांबतात तर माणसं कधी तरीच निघून गेलेल्या छोट्याशा क्षणात
By Sabhyata Gautam
When some days just become too unbearable and I find it hard to love myself,I am reminded
By Niharika Yadav
When morning pours gold on the groaning earth,And night's gentle fingers soothe the troubled seas
By Hem Kumari Sharma
She is neither fragile nor robust, but a Survivor,Caught in an internal conflict with herself at dusk
By Srirama Chandran V
“My” conscious state is Energetic! Eternal! Enthusiastic!The “eccentric” nature of the human brain
By Priyank Sharma
एस कदर खोया था अपने ख्यालों में,देख रहा था किसी को चांद या सितारों में
By Lopamudra Dubey
Life is beautiful with love in mindLove is so divine that it makes us blind
By Bushra Khatri
Growing up seemed difficult Infuriating, insulting and instant
By Tarun Durga
Metaphor happens when it happens,Why bother when you are nine years old
By Jaspriya Kaur
And just like that,we held each other tight
By Mamta Paliwal
नवरात्रि की आस्था, दिवाली की चमकहोली की खुशियाँ और आंगन की रौनक हूं
