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Poetry
My Dad’s Scooter
I remember my dad's scooter,
Twas coloured red,
With black bordering the sides,
Making it look majestic.
I remember my dad's scooter,
It's number was 7121.
Twas a part of my childhood
And now, in my memory.
I remember my dad's scooter,
The...
Poetry
And I Surrendered
The love that was showered,
Ahh.. Pure bliss twas,
And I surrendered,
To that love.
The trust they had on me,
Was more than expected,
And I surrendered,
To that trust.
They believed in me so much,
That they fought with their parents...
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Dignity for All
Every heart that beats
Deserves moments to be loved,
Respected and cared.
Photo by Jiroe (Matia Rengel) on Unsplash
Poetry
Supreme Dancer
The feminine feeling
Paced through the little heart
From the tender age of ten.
Dance, was the only solace,
To express the femininity,
That remained hidden under the garbs of a boy.
An era when only XX and XY were...
Poetry
That Bright Sun
Their lives were filled with gloom,
Like the pregnant, dark clouds that did loom,
Over the earth, arousing the petrichor.
Slowly, through the clouds, there came,
A streak of light - warmth it became,
So did the smile of...
Poetry
Age No Bar
She, so eager to learn,
Had to bid goodbye
As, she lost her mother
And her hopes, did die.
Determined, that she was,
Decided to fulfill,
Her hunger for knowledge
With her determination and will.
"My age is just a number",
She said...
Poetry
Answers that Breathed Life
Worried he was, at the absence
of his youngest brother,
Who went in a quest
To quench their thirst.
The number four was sent thereafter,
To bring back the lost soul
And some water.
But all in vain.
Number three, a great...