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I write no poems,My folks...A poetry can't definetheir emotions!A word have never-everexistedto replace them!And yes, you gotwhat I meant!Sanjeeta Sha..
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For those who deny His existence,Come and visit this hamletWhere hangs no bellNo hymns that fills the ambianceNo chorus march forth and sing,No eyes h..
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When his eyes searched for her,In that crowd of thousands,She silently smiled,And turned ignorant to his quest…When he tried all his efforts,To..
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I can’t define this pain,
To the world,
This pain-
Of no wounds and no scars...
The world-
Where they believe in
What they see..
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Dad, these distant stars,Seems no far,When you smile…Your gentle pat,A magic potionConcocted this valiance in usTo face all the adversitiesOf t..
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I fear no darkness, Mom!I fear no deadly beasts,I fear not this frantic death,I fear these barbarous fists...!-Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadi..
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Different,
It was never
The same blue sky!
And from that distant crowd
The weary wind
Spread the mist of mirth
Everywhere!
B..
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When you are left with no options, You become Friends, the best friends, in fact!
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No shackles can
Chain your
dreams…
Nor, can they-
Imprison the rays
of sun!
Go fearless- my
folk!
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Yeah,Nights shall creep in,my folk!And it always does...Whilst,They shall dream again-Of lightsLet you be-Awaketo amass the aura ofthose mid-night lam..
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