By Rakesh Patel on May 30,2010
 Man is burning like a sun in hatred Who is cool at night when his passions are at rest Like a red bull, He carries disgust with him whenever he marches Everywhere, there’s dryness No shade to get rest and peace… Global warming increases, it is fatal. Greenery is just like a dream, but ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on May 03,2010
 'God's hand slipped' (for Hafiz..1320-1389)'What can you hear today, Hafiz?’I can hear the clouds,hang light in the bright, blue skies.I can hear the wind, slow to a faint hint.I can hear the moon,wink flirtatiously at the settling sun.(Those two. No telling what they get up to).And I can hear a basket load of truth. I can hear inbetween ... [full story]
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By Jai Garg on December 20,2009
 In a hunt I the werewolf stalk this vampire, Pre-dawn obscurity with severe mist and cold, Just in time to observe this nimble stealthy vampire; Moving from the human graveyard fully exposed. Dark feline shadow figure watchful eyes sparkling, Lets out a shrill cry as she discovers my ... [full story]
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By koushik roy15 on November 13,2009
 I walk in my dream.As I walk through The dream grows,As tall as a lone pine treeOn a snowy hill. When I sit under a tree A seed whispers, “Unto the ground”,Then it falls and sneaksInside the earth. The hill tells me,“You walk because you Want to find it.” “Where can I get it?” I ask“Where you started ... [full story]
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By koushik roy15 on November 08,2009
 I’m a waitressWorking from nine to nineIn a restaurantAt Piccadilly. I live in a cellar,Sleeping on a 2x2 bed;The quilt can not protect me-When my limbs shiver. In the morning I rush toMy workplace- my boss is very angry andI’ve four mouths to feed,Back home in Santiago. My days pass serving the guests,Ambling from table ... [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on March 03,2009
 Today`s man is in his prison,prison of fear,air has the fair of fragrance,colours all around,Today is festival,but mother says,remain at homeremain in prison,prison of self [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on March 03,2009
 In the selfish embrossia, Man has forgotten man, Like Dushanta forgotten Shakuntala, Humanity has been crucified, Love has been burried, Every man is unearthing money, In his coal-mine Now we need love-divine To lead a life fine [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on March 01,2009
 A short while ago,There was the zingling of showers,Water was everywhere,Now the pouring of rain has stopped,The sun has come out,From the dark tunnel of clouds,Drops are dancing wayward,Children are full of rendzevous frenzy,It looks silence,After dark tensions and lightning [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on September 20,2008
 I never said to you, To wipe the tears of others, But i made a plea, Not to make others weep, I made the plea, To fill the lives of others, With happiness, I have made the plea, To blossom flowers, Of different colours, Light the lives of others, With my plea [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on September 20,2008
 I am thinking, How this 20th century, Will be presented, In history after 100 years, That this was the century, Of brutal murders and massacares, In this century, The apostles of peace Were silenced by bullets, This was the century, Two world wars were fought, In ... [full story]
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