Brita Roy
Drama
There was a daredevil boy from Spain
Who wanted to go to the USA by train,
The train fell into the Ocean,
Causing a global commotion,
So he swam across rather board a plane.
Piya Ray
The Earthquak...
New Beginning...
The Departing...
Medicines
My Mysterious...
Driving a Car...
A Citizen Of ...
Story of a Pu...
Nationalism
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean, Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean,
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness, I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness,
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
Sometimes I follow my shadow, Other times it follows me solo. Sometimes I follow my shadow, Other times it follows me solo.
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
Stranger......... Stranger.........
I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Tonight I exist, tomorr... I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Ton...
An interesting take on the history of steel making by foundry workers. An interesting take on the history of steel making by foundry workers.
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines
She always loved To be like Mom, her replica She always loved To be like Mom, her replica
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