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By Ayushi Kumari
I stayed up all night,Watching the moon and stars,
By Tamanna Bangar
इतना बड़ा आसमां हैआकाश सुना है
By Amrita Kumar
The Devi exists in every mother.Much like Triyambake Gauri,
No one prepared me to perform a role reversal of life’s most important relationship.
By Ada Aggarwal
My mirthful personality was covered with a veneer of disgust,
By Aayushman Jasor
He who held dearly his motherland,Freed the once-known prosperous land,
By Yukta Admane
I have finally weaved a storyFrom the bottom of my heart
By Siddhesh Satam
I try to remove your shirtHolding tightly onto your arm
By Faiz Abdulla
What if things worked out?What if they went exactly like we planned?
By Poonam Mehta
she is the last leaflast leaf of chinar
By Bitupan Das
Duniya ke chehre pe chehra dekhkar khush ho jata hoonAb ye naqab uthakar dekhne se darr lagta hai
By Seema
The night is still, frozen and placid,Even the heart beats bear no sound.
By Bimala Sharma
शीतल चन्द्रकिरण सा लगता,मनमोहक कोमल रूप तुम्हारा।
By Harshvardhan Jaiswal
That day was rainy, and ribbits were in the surround,I heard a voice of sobbing in the background,
By Trishit Ghosh
A complete darkness under the very moon leads me to trace back my steps,
By Jaiprakash Agrawal
Nature is versatile in nature,the most powerful as rocks,
By Nirupama Soren
I was just a coincidenceHad it nit been me
By Preeti Saru
रात के माथे पे हर रोज़ सहर रखता हूं,मौत की वादी में जीने का हुनर रखता हूं।
By Saanvi Bansal
puzzled tiny peicesdemand to find thier fit
By Shambhobi Ghosh
A teardrop chaingrows inside herdark fortress—
By Prerna Mani
My hearthas sensed more betrayal than intimacy.
By Shashikala Gundlupet
In silent halls where dreams reside,Where whispers of the future hide,
By Bhoomika Vijayakumar
Tear my heart, one more time,Even if that is not how our tale is told.
By Snigdha Chatterjee
I got shot in the heartBut my beloved saviors in disguise took care of it
By Athul Raj
How naive was my little heart?
By Anshita Gupta
Unarmed, left the shoes at a distance,I come to clean that wounded foot.
By Bindiya Bedi Charan Noronha
JapanOf Yore
By Indrani Chowdhury
Many a time the recalcitrant tides of life had derailed my steps,I, who stood then at many dead ends,
By Poulomi Bhattacharya
When I became independent
By Anamika Singh
Oh, to be a womanin her 30’s
