This poem is a quest by Nandini Gupta, seeking answers form life, for being unfair to her. These are questions about emptiness in her life. Is it only her, or is life unfair to others as well?
With You! This is a poem dedicated by the writer to his wife. Through this poem, the writer wants to say that he is perfect in his imperfection only because of her love for him.
A poem about a family with five stars and a nucleus of the star is the writer’s wife holding them together. A poem dedicated by the writer to his wife.
The writer has in this beautiful poem created an image of enchanting beauty with evil intentions. She is the devil’s bride. The poem is a beautiful description of the woman and her object.
This sonnet (poem) is an ode to my Jane. We might be currently apart. But distance doesn’t make you apart.
In this poem, the speaker is concerned about the violence fed in the minds of masses by a powerful few controlling the nations. Whereas the solution lies in peace, not anger. This degeneration isn’t needed.
This is a poem about the people who worship every female like a goddess during nine days of the Navratri festival. The people of the same society involved in Female foeticide.
The reader has a lot of questions about and for life. Through this poem, she seeks answers to these questions. Why life?
This poem is about a person caught in the cob-web of time. She is requesting time to take her back in its flight, so she could live the golden moments of childhood and cherish them again.
Pigeon is hugely considered as a wise and saintly bird, whereas crows are often considered cranky and wicked. Most people love pigeon more than a crow. But the poet here feels the opposite. This poem describes the writer’s feelings for both the birds.
She is young, she is brave, Everyone’s favourite, Anu is her name. In gokul, inside a small hut, Lives a school girl, with lots of guts. She embroiders exquisite pieces, And washes everyone’s dishes. Her…
This poem shows a child’s quest to attain serenity. Whether it will happen through war or peace, she isn’t quiet sure.
This poem is an ode to the horse that my grandfather had. I cherish all the beautiful memories, I spent with it.
As the rode past over the bridge that lay over the mighty river swelling with water, he had only one feeling in mind – to give up all, to stop the onward journey and plunge…
Idyllic florescence A neonate, alluring chap blooms like the flower. Testing summertime A late, adolescent burns into the fire. Southwest moist monsoon A little, fierce youth sings at the perfect rain. Decreasing autumn An assiduous…
