Brita Roy
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The Frogs were croaking,
Seemed like a musical band
Performing for us.
Piya Ray
The Earthquak...
New Beginning...
The Departing...
Medicines
My Mysterious...
Driving a Car...
A Citizen Of ...
Story of a Pu...
Nationalism
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
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