Weekly Poems

By Asmita Roy 

My love, my heart, my shining star,
I'm lost without you, near or far.

By Itisha Kapoor 

A Father, a person who is loving and kind,
A person who reads your mind.

By Sakshi 

The damp, moist wall
with shades of beige and grey,

By Rani Chaursia 

If they don't see me as their own daughter,
Why didn't they abandon me in water?

By Ananya Paliwal 

When the world describes this word
They may mean a boy

By Poorvanshi Tyagi 

I'm immovable

like the silence of the room

By Shreya Tyagi 

Symphony of muse;
Longing for an epic journey of cruise.

By Saumya Ojha 

I dream of a world where I feel safe,
A place where my heart can find its grace.

By Avro Mukerji 

Few realised, few died
Few open, few tied

By Eshababiang R. Lyngkhoi

I’ve never seen those great peaks above our humble hills,

Nor wandered the vast plains where the westward wind stills;

By Nashrah Tanvir 

I want to get off this bottom

And swim to the top

By Alka Singh 

I dream to be a poet,

With words that touches the heart.

By Sneha Singhal