Jiya Butalia
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Let all my regrets glow the radiance more,
Hidden behind the camouflaged future,
Flaunting my evocative past,
While chiseling the outrageous present.
I Fear
Discriminatio...
Regrets
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.
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
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
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.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
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.”
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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