ANURADHA CHANDRASEKHAR
Abstract
Daddy,
Can I build a house for the cat that got hurt by my friends?
No.
Why?
It would have got killed by them by now.
No!
When we can survive our killer (the corona)
Why not the cat?
Pride
Innocent Hope
Now I Listen
My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate. My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate.
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19. It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your future. Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your f...
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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