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Midnight voicesA Poem by induI I tune in for midnight voices and hear them;the high, the soft and the unheard.IIEvents measuring even, in my hands occur;and I, a wi.. |
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Gloomy NightA Poem by indu..I am just a sad little thing/ |
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The views of a diaryA Poem by induThe words are flowing after a gulp/ pause. You are thinking. “Should I write the truth?” Why sound bitter and sad.. |
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Riding Back HomeA Poem by indu..my college days |
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Faces of manA Poem by induToo many faces to a manand we hardly know one.The purpose of lifethe craving for life-the two versions of living.which face do you have ? |
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The morning listA Poem by indu..life :/ |
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Why is it so.A Poem by induBroken wings, she has. Yet she is trying to fly away. She wants to be born again. Why is it so.. The day hasn’t ended. Bu.. |
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My Day, Today!A Poem by indu..about the daily life :-| |
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Tearing apartA Poem by induwell..what shall i say.. my poem tells my state of mind.. |
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TrainsA Poem by indutravellin by train thro de dry lands of Andhra Pradhesh..by 12pm, I was actually seeing things in double,such was de effect of the screeching sun. Nev.. |
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