Ida’s sunshade is a form of poetry that when centered, the poem looks like a parasol or an umbrella. The number of syllables are represented by x. Take a look! xxxxxxxx (8) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (15) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (22) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (22) xxxx (4)
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A limerick is a popular form of short, humorous verse often nonsensical and ribald. It consists of five lines, rhyming aabba. The lonely, old doctor called Mr. Potter Proudly got home a little pet Otter, He scrubbed it to a shine
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An unending spectrum of diversity Which never ceases to surprise us Whose marvellous aura mesmerizes us Anytime or corner we travel to see her. A loving heart beats in her vast chest, Which gives life even to her inconspicuous
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Disclaimer: This is a fictitious story and does not bear any resemblance to real situations, characters, or happenings. 1742 AD. Delhi Sultanate Sixteen-year-old Jahan’s eyes tried to look beyond the coloured glass windows of Begum Mahal. But she could only
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Ausable was not the person Fowler had imagined when they first met. As Fowler followed Ausable down the dark alley and later entered the dimly lit hotel entrance, he cursed himself the umpteenth time for having agreed to interview him.
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There go the animal-drawn carriers, Rumbling across the golden sands. Carrying people unmindful of barriers, Travelling tirelessly to unknown lands. Sometimes decorated, sometimes plain, Yet, always in transit for business or fun, Ever crisscrossing big and small lanes, On
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I opened my eyes at the hospital to see a tiny hand, Tugging my fingers, struggling to hold on, Tugging at my heartstrings in a random sequence, Causing infinite emotions to flow and drench a barren land. My little
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“Be dynamic and determined like a river that emerges victorious from a waterfall. Be persistent like a river that cuts through rocks and paths and flows on, growing manifold with each hurdle, till it reaches its destination. Be
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Beyond the hills, beneath the bridge, Can you see the winding village road? Criss-crossing through vast fields of grains Running a race with happily gurgling rivulets Where men and beasts act in a symphony, And proceed towards diverse goals in
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Shibori had made up her mind to leave. All this was getting too much for her. What is the use of staying in a place that was not for girls of her background? There was no use pleading before the
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