Ankita Gupta
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I got the blues,
No one to knew,
Feels like to screw,
But it's my true,
Someone, please get me some clue.
Oh, that so lonely blue.
Monsoon Memor...
Fathers And H...
Girls
Colonial Era
East India Co...
Journey of Tw...
Winter Scene
Painter
Woman
Battle
A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored, A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored,
My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight, My poem has letters and alphabets, To make my poem light in weight,
Giver of givings and creator of all creations. Giver of givings and creator of all creations.
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
In this intense ocean fulfilled with life, let's dive deeper and deeper, In this intense ocean fulfilled with life, let's dive deeper and deeper,
A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation, A bundle of joy unwrapped, With a promise of jubilation,
Be a rotten picture on someone’s goddamned wall. Be a rotten picture on someone’s goddamned wall.
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
Nice Nice
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
May their faces be filled with smiles. May their faces be filled with smiles.
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once. When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once.
Nice.. Nice..
The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in sight. The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in si...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
she is the jack of all the trades. she is the jack of all the trades.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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