poetry
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Travel is a doorway to wonder, an endless canvas where dreams come alive. For children, it is a world of fantastical discoveries, and for adults, a journey back to the magic of youthful curiosity. Whether it’s a bustling city, a quiet forest, or the open sea, every destination whispers secrets waiting to be uncovered.…
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In the tender hush of an eternal night, where hearts murmur sweetly to the starlit skies, let us drift into a timeless ocean of love, where every whisper flows like a soothing caress. Oh, your soul glides like a river so serene,A silken current where my dreams convene.With every wave, your love enfolds…
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“Aguner Parashmoni Chhoyao Prane,” a revered Rabindra Sangeet composed by Rabindranath Tagore in 1914, is a profound expression of spiritual yearning and self-surrender. Written during Tagore’s stay in Surul, near Sriniketan, the song emerged amidst his engagement with agricultural and scientific pursuits. On August 28, 1914, while teaching new compositions to his nephew Dinendranath…
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Ramdhari Singh Dinkar’s Hunkar was not merely a poem……. it was a thunderclap against submission, a fire lit in the hearts of the oppressed. In its echo resounded the cries of freedom, dignity, and righteous defiance. This poem, inspired by its spirit, does not seek to translate but to rekindle the fury, the resolve,…
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In the stillness of waiting, there is a hopeful beauty; a yearning for what is to come creates a strong bond between anticipation and acceptance. This endless twilight transforms our hearts into keepers of dreams, filled with joy and optimism. To love despite waiting means embracing beauty and heartbreak, intertwined with the night and…
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When a nation bleeds, it is not just the soldier who bears the wound…… the farmer’s plough, the teacher’s chalk, the artisan’s chisel, and the child’s lullaby carry the weight of sacrifice. In times of terror, every citizen becomes a sentinel, every street a battlefield, and every heartbeat a war cry. This is not…
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This is not a time for poetry made of petals. This is not a time for soft tears and quiet prayers. This is war. They came masked in terror and left ashes in their wake. This poem is a blade, not a balm. It speaks the language of boots on the ground, of bullets…
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In a dim hospital room where machines hum and beeps mark time like a ticking clock, a man lies between two worlds. Once a nameless shadow in the service of a greater cause, he is now a battlefield of broken organs and splintered will. Tortured in the dark, his body remembers every blow….. but…
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In a world that thrives on wisdom and the light of knowledge, the sudden absence of a true cognoscente feels like a shadow falling over a brilliant day. These rare minds, who guide others through the labyrinth of thought, leave behind a legacy that is both inspiring and enigmatic. But what happens when one…
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In life, much like the seasons, we are always in transition; between what we know and what lies beyond. The autumn road, lined with fiery trees and scattered leaves, symbolizes the beauty found in change. Each bend in the path encourages us to embrace the unknown and trust the journey, suggesting that our search…
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