Poetry
Ode to the Discarded
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its
I know how it feels when no one wants you –they won’t leave you alone. They won’t leave you alone. Their downcast eyes look through
The United Nations has listed India and Israel, two best allies, among 38 shameful countries, which it said had carried out reprisals or intimidation against
I always have a dream Flowing into my veins like a stream Throughout my life I wander about Having deep faith to reach it, no
Original : Assamese : Guna Moran Translation : Bibekananda Choudhury I frisson on seeing a snake As if the long venomous tongue jutting out
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at