Megha Gupta
Drama Classics Others
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Truth Of Bitt...
Love, A Siren...
Acceptance
Fear And You
Who's Black, ...
My Enigma Or ...
Whisper Of He...
Who Is He?
Shh Don't Tel...
Trust me, I k...
This piece includes a short narrative tale of an adopted child to her new home. It speaks of how rel... This piece includes a short narrative tale of an adopted child to her new home. ...
Some shreds lying with the pen, And some shreds floating around them, Swept in the soundless winds o... Some shreds lying with the pen, And some shreds floating around them, Swept in t...
Others say her appearance is what captures, But I have the eye of perspective, I see strength,... Others say her appearance is what captures, But I have the eye of perspective...
Just think once Just think once
Books arranged neatly in stacks Books arranged neatly in stacks
Someone came back to my loneliness And offered a cup of sugarless tea, Sweeter than before. Someone came back to my loneliness And offered a cup of sugarless tea, Sweeter t...
The butterfly flew around gracefully, Her pink and orange wings fluttering... The butterfly flew around gracefully, Her pink and orange wings fluttering...
Some say it is to feel it with experiences you'll never experience... Some say it is to feel it with experiences you'll never experience...
Drifting away like the clouds, Offering a little rain in some myriad plane, Quenching the thirsty so... Drifting away like the clouds, Offering a little rain in some myriad plane, Quen...
Then why can't loneliness be your mind's cool canopy? Then why can't loneliness be your mind's cool canopy?
Over the setting sun, he stands stooping, His frame bent with expectations... Over the setting sun, he stands stooping, His frame bent with expectations...
Time for more of it to attain- To lose myself in the soft music of fife! Time for more of it to attain- To lose myself in the soft music of fife!
Concealed beneath decency is a wise man Concealed beneath decency is a wise man
Harmony is life, Disharmony is strife... Harmony is life, Disharmony is strife...
She was silent. Her face reflected nothing of the pain she suffered inside. She was silent. Her face reflected nothing of the pain she suffered inside.
The plight of humans is little known, What journey awaits is little known. The plight of humans is little known, What journey awaits is little known.
When it paints my vagina, and not my cheeks? When it paints my vagina, and not my cheeks?
They are trapped in the cycle of poverty. They are trapped in the cycle of poverty.
The worlds are home that’s no doubt in our minds, The worlds are home that’s no doubt in our minds,
Every now and then A time comes in the History When a nation has to stand up and say No means No ... Every now and then A time comes in the History When a nation has to stand up a...