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By Hafsa Ahmed
I dream of a world of peace
Where everyone is treated equally
By E Swathi
With a devious smirk, they ask who's the muse anyway,
They want black or white, so I end up answering in grey.
By Saloni Gupta
काल्पनिक भविष्य से उपर उठना सीखो
लक्ष्य को अपने मन में ठानकर
By Aabha Ghuli
I lay dormant, in my cozy coatIt protects me from all kinds of danger.
I Walk like an open wound
But I carry scars inside me
By Sanitha Sathyan
It's okay!
Let the lips of habit continue to suckle
By Navneet Kaur
Darling I am falling for you ,
Like falling stars .
By Avery Banerjee
A is for Alan washed up on the shore.
B is for Bashir displaced by the war.
By Venus Yadav
A blank canvas like existence
Opportunity to create masterpiece
By Anna Alexis
But I don't need a reason to eat cake today though;
an occasion to smear frosting on my fingertips.
By Marsal Soren
Long live the untouched village.Long live the odds every villager adores.
By Subhangi Namhata
Desiderium sinks in blue
Drinks shades of romance
By Aishwarya Singh
Do we only care for those who are gone?
The ones who are with us,
By Nisha Bhandari
Standing on your balcony that day, A beautiful thought passed my way,
By Pawan Kumar
kabhee dena ho menhanga gift mujhe tum vakt lekar aana
mere maathe ko choomana aur apane kisse sunaana
By Kowshik Ramadugu
I am a hacker, I am a cheater,
I love playing with innocents,
By Akshita Sharma
Draped in yellow silk, light as foam, fine as gossamer
with jasmine flowers woven in my braided hair
By Riya Gahlot
1.I saw it
I saw it all mother
How your smile and laughter never reached your soulless eyes
By Aditya Sadashiv
What a woman is, is a spirit adorned with patience,while this world is, an exasperating cobweb,
By Rushda Siddiqui
Washing hands and checking the doors..
Fear of germs more and more..
By Nida Rayan
I walk to the oriel bay styled window and gaze at the
forest beneath me,
the white dusty pillars supporting the structure which
go unnoticed as ever.
By Nakshatra Manasani
Who – knew? that a wistful soul
masked lingering wounds of rue.
By Khushi Chaudhary
Someday I’ll leave this
Will fade in salty nostalgic perfume
By Sasha Dhawan
Separated from
the silver of the shoal
I scanned the great blue,
By Divinia Mercy Tynsong
Rise from the darkness, you human!
Break the dawn
By Nandini Tandon
Your best friends became strangers,Lollipops turned into cigarettes,
By Remy DT
A knock, the Devil was at my door,
His soft touch held my hand; Crumbling me to his feet,
By RIMANSANHA O NAJIAR
When the street seems huge with our tiny feet?
The usual streets are intensely saturated,
By Abu Sahed Ali
शिक्षा आंदोलन जिंदाबाद! किसान मोर्चा जिंदाबाद!
जिस देश की सरकार किसानों के हित में बात नहीं करती उस देश के वासी हैं
By Tanishka Ghatak
मैं हूँ पत्रकार पोपट लाल, मेरे खबर का शीर्षक है लोगों का भ्रष्ट चाल,
