By
Shubhalakshmi Das in
Poetry |
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Exuberant emerald foliage
Silent evenings, the dream catcher clings,
Drops of Topaz raining from the Sun falling on little saplings.
You, me still chained, sipping bittersweet tea
while the li'l green parrot you caged, she's free.
Empty roads and calm city
The 'Unlucky' black cat finall Read More...
Published on Mar 26,2020 12:33 PM
By
Shubhalakshmi Das in
True Story |
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Half Past eleven, Mother arrives home and finds her little daughter clad in her own excreta starved and crying. Shivering. If measured, the mercury in the thermometer would have scored a century. Mother embraced her child and crystalline drops of tear traced their ways out of her sparkling eye Read More...
Published on Mar 25,2020 09:18 PM
