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Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"
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She is real...
A Story by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
The white curtains with feather-prints on them flutter like a dove, a symbol of freedom, as this morning breeze gently traversed through them. The r..
A son of this land
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
A perfect day-A perfect sunshine,Radiance traversing…The leaves and the branches,Butterflies fluttering…This wind ambling through&hellip..
As the yesteryear wraps itself up...
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
As the yesteryear wraps itself up- I walk… The same lane… I was on… Watching each year passing by… Smi..
Amidst this pensiveness!
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
When her night’s wide awake… Whilst her day prepares for it best- She leans against… This iron ..
Veiling this soul...
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
"Of this darkness- And the world... Upside down! I dream of those tiny stars... And these clouds- Above my town, One fine day..
My childhood fantasy!
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
"When I was a child- This moon was not still! As it is now! Trust me... It ambled- Along with me... Up the hil..
The Lost Utopia
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
A visual poetry, I must say.
Unlacing...
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
I traversed the sky- Where this sun was still asleep! For there exists some lines- Never meant to be crossed! As life keeps on adding chap..
Not stopping by 'woods'!
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
If she was the one passing by these ‘woods’- She should fear- of human race- and she SHOULD! For no one will see her stopping there!..
Beyond the woods
A Poem by
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel..
The thuds and the squeaks… And the silence… Of the concealed clatters… Fills the humid ambiance… The splash..
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