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By Shwetha Harsha
To my primary retreat,My love for you began in whispers,
By Sanjana M.
ನಿಮಿಷ ಗಂಟೆ ದಿವಸ ವಾರ
By Arya Ajay
Amidst the kitchen's clean lines, a saree's fold,
By Mayra Rana
The wheat shines like the sun
By Somreeta Das
I’m not scared of heights.
By Jenifa Sultana
The other day I took a walk barefoot into the forest,
By Saachi Khandeparkar
I arise from my slumberDrowsy from the flashing screens
By Amra Malick
O Mother, Dear Mother;Sweet and lovely, caring Mother;
By Yashas Acharya
Old and girthy wood
By Alisha Mahajan
Sometimes I feel like I'm on the ledge of a big kitchen counter
By Tianna Shethna
The darkest agony Fades
By Aastha
आज फिर तुमने बिस्तर के सूने कोने में उंगलियां दौड़ाईं ,
By Farnaz Sha
In the darkest corners of the human heart,
By Harshita Gupta
A beautiful incomplete dream OR a touching frigid breeze,
By Camellia Vinshay
Would it have been betterIf I had no family?
By Shaivi Dabadi
In the black colored night,Shines the moon's light.
By Prashant Tripathi
Birth, what is birth if not liberal breathing
By Abhirami AS
Voice was named a free bird,
By Pooja Duwesh
नारी हूं कोई अबला नहीं
By Anjali Aggarwal
Ruthless and harsh, the people she saw,Hurling words like they were little candy bombs,
By Asha Bhardwaj
Our choices are not our choicesThey come from us but do not belong to us
By Th Anisthar
When the misty air cracks and dawn breaks out,
By Jayati Priya
The black footprints of dirt and grease impregnated my soul;
By Dr. Jyotsna Sharma
याद आती है, मुझे आज भी,मेरे घर की वो, छोटी सी छत।
By Shelza Manghnani
Every emotional decision I took so far
By Himani Arora Gupta
I was barely 4 when I learned to spread my arms,
By Rakshitha Dheenadhayalan
She has the body of a twenty-year-old something
By Dr Brajabandhu Behera
My Lovely MomShall you move to my new house at Sea Lawn
By Boranya Choudhury
What happens when we die?I question myself standing
By Praniti Bhatt
I walked by marching with the crowd
