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I thought I could never get my poem done Without adding some sanguine fun, Till I came across great poets, masters by birth Who wrote soulful verses, sometimes devoid of mirth.   The lasting impressions intensified into a lump in

What a wondrous sight we get to see! As the river gushes excitedly to meet the sea, Sometimes, it pauses to take in a waterfall And then flows unflinching over gorges and galls.   Meandering through grasslands and meads, Never

Hear! What they say untold From dingy darkness and abysmal depths Where suppressed sobs unfold, A story hidden in muffled breaths.   Feel! Their skin, black and blue Yet, lashing out at the tyrants, Who created brave hearts and have

As the Sun sets, colouring the sky In bright orange and pink hues, I sigh with relief that the end is near Of a rueful day without you.   The morning looked swathed in gloom, Refusing to smile at the

This poem is a La Courante type of poem. It is one of France’s first classic free verse poems. Two stanzas form this poem. The first stanza is a model for the second stanza (in a way, a kind of

I wrote this as a celebration of Pride Month-June.  What is a frame story? Frame story, also called frame tale, overall unifying story within which one or more tales are related. In the single story, the opening and closing constitutes a

Dear Mom I know you will be quite surprised to get my letter. I can already hear a hundred sarcastic remarks coming my way. Ha ha! Yes, I am breaking my own rule, or laziness, as you call it, by

This poem was featured in The Hedge Apple Magazine 2023, Maryland, USA You seem no more mesmeric and beautiful Than fallen roses in cold winter’s grace, I’ve grown nonchalant and unmindful Of your beguiling charms in life’s fast race. Your

He’s back draped in saffron, green, and white, Lay limply under a sombre wreath One who till yesterday, was in limelight.   He, who held on to his last breath in fight, Placed the nation above and his own kin