My days begin with the whistling cooker, As my lips parallely chant a prayer, Packing lunch boxes big and small, According to the tastes of all. The mundane…
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‘Tis the season of spring… The frosted earth has thawed, Dormant seeds, how they twitch, Ah! Nature orchestrates Sights resplendent sans glitch. ‘Tis the season of spring… Buoyant buds…
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Theme : Write about any mythological tale/ character or festival For seven days and nights the rains were incessant, When all inhabitants were in a state of panic,…
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“Can we go to the beach?” Susie asked her teenage children. And they said; “We have homework to complete, Scheduled online meets, Tennis class at four, With our friends…
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#napowrimo2022 #soulcraft #day13 *** I oft dream of another universe Where all my woven dreams hang tethered From the ebony sky like bejewelled stars That I reach out to pluck,…
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#napowrimo2022 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #day13 *** I still remember the golden days of school and its memories, I oft peep into them, drawing my mind’s draperies… Starched, ironed uniforms whitened with liquid…