By dr laxmi sharma on April 05,2009
 They hastened to the river, whose waters surge and ripples shiver, where fish swim ,tortoises play, where ducks and cranes their feats display, where gold lined frogs hop and croak, with tilting heads where parrots talk, silver-dotted snakes run and hiss, in limpid waters to catch a fish, while butterflies and grasshoppers, fly in the sun ... [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on November 22,2008
 The night is dark, but day is bright, Look! both have some lovely sight, Deep inside us goes on a fight, Constantly between dark and light, Should never darkness let to reign, The domain, let us fight with might, One who retains, attains a height [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on August 29,2008
 We love Gandhiji at the core of our heart, We always talk of Gandhiji and his Ahimsa, Inspite of that, Casteism, corruption, violence and communalism , Is at its height, Communal violence is increasing day by day, We need, Gandhiji once more [full story]
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By dr laxmi sharma on August 29,2008
 Mother! don`t kill me, Before giving me birth, In its place, Don`t give me love, I am your part, I have the right to live, Think a little, I shall create such feelings as, Service,sacrifice,dedication and devotion, Mother! hear the call of the daughter [full story]
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By SUTAPA CHAUDHURI on June 23,2008
 WOMAN POET A woman, a myth, a deity--You chose to be a poet-. You sang of magic loresOf ancient times and unknown lands…The listless strife of womankind-Trudging through the soulless drudgeryOf mundane pursuits, slavish concubinage-Cankering the soul, festering the mind. A rebel, possessed of a unique power-To silenced utterances, scattered in the wind,You gave a voice…Rekindled ... [full story]
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By Genevieve Barr on April 01,2008
 Kashmir Dreaming Lingering hints of veiled potential,sprinkle paths, shining petals,welcoming past tragedies, ancient rhymes. Careful trails of thoughtflow from crowned glory,and gather in hems of arabesque design,fertile ground’s good times.Spun shawls tossed highand kissed by Thine,settle down upon the sleeping,ready for the re-awakening. Tiny sparrows twitchand soft buds take a peek.One thousand hardened hearts open ... [full story]
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By Santwana Chatterjee on February 12,2008
 I saw the moon shining like a golden platter How I wished that it was really so… When we beg, gold dusts would drop like rain drops Covering our earth, the green of which is vanishing fast Behind smoke screens and skyscrapers. When the sun rises in the morning it looks like a ball ... [full story]
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By Mukesh Williams on June 24,2007
 You can imagine The history of flowers, Flatten their uniqueness In the interest of the bigger whole, But each flower carries Its own signature, Of creation and termination, Its own well being, Its own power of seeing, Its own subtle divergence, Its own unique deliberation.Some flowers spread allergies, Some create fragrances, Some ambrosia Some essences, Yet ... [full story]
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By Nagamuthu Osho on September 02,2006
 The time of tide on our side, Begins those prestine present pride; The wealth and health are the two walls, Where the body and deed will dwells; The purpose of our life is to help others, Like the lotus leaf remains on the water, E'er water drops dances on the ... [full story]
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By Anjali Ranu on August 09,2006
 As they passed me by
I saw love was in their eye .
I said hello there
I'm sure you've heard of heaven
But all they did was pass by
People passing by.
Strangers with love in their eye.
So busy with life
I guess that heaven can wait. [full story]
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