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
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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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