Poetry
Life ain't a bed of roses for all,
As thorns lay sharp for some.
So was it for this little one,
Who was confused with his identity.
To the world he was a 'HE',
To himself, he was a...
Poetry
She smiled silently,
As wholeheartedly she cooked
But for whom, you know?
Maybe her parents
Or, wait, for her dearest friends?
Or her spouse who's tired?
No, her smile speaks more
Of contentment and pure bliss
Of feeding someone
Who's a part of...
Poetry
The wood to carve you,
Is chosen after high scrutiny.
It's worshiped before being chopped,
To give the majestic shape that you carry.
You're treated next to God,
Revered and respected by all.
The villagers that owns you,
Love you like...
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Ghosts… the name sends a shiver down our spine. Isn't it. But wait.. What if I say, you will end up loving a ghost for sure. Surprised? Read on "Not So Grave" by Dr....
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Sweat, blood of millions
Transpired the freedom we laud,
Alas! They couldn't see.
The poem was awarded the Certificate of Excellence by United By Ink and is published in the website of UnitedByInk - https://unitedbyink.org/kirti-v-category-haiku-elixir-of-freedom-certificate-of-appreciation/
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