Divya Dongare
Drama Romance
Easy love to make poetry?
If the poem is missed
The paper can be torn down
But if love is missed
The leaves of life become
Smile
कविता कि प्रे...
Poem or love
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
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..
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
Stranger......... Stranger.........
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
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...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
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
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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