Subhashree Jena
Abstract
Yellows bloom and sway-
The dead dreams
Lived another season
Who Am I?
Spring
Old Yet Stron...
Dissolved into the emptiness that is so heavy and full. Dissolved into the emptiness that is so heavy and full.
But the next era would have never heard your name- Coronavirus! But the next era would have never heard your name- Coronavirus!
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
There are alternatives when life is seen through the lens of the heart, than a barely profit-making ... There are alternatives when life is seen through the lens of the heart, than a b...
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
And fall in love with a complete Stranger. And fall in love with a complete Stranger.
Oh, little virus from where have you come. Oh, little virus from where have you come.
Life is charm and filled with different colors. Life is charm and filled with different colors.
A small-town girl Of a modern century. A small-town girl Of a modern century.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Being toxic is not my style. Being toxic is not my style.
Every child should befriend a piggy bank. Every child should befriend a piggy bank.
Just as I became your world, you were mine too. Just as I became your world, you were mine too.
To experience this joy we waited years and years. To experience this joy we waited years and years.
Nothing is more powerful than money. Nothing is more powerful than money.
The healthy became affected, the self-sustained became dependent. The healthy became affected, the self-sustained became dependent.
But the tree remained, reshaped now as a heart of eternal love. But the tree remained, reshaped now as a heart of eternal love.
Now, in reality, teaching is not to inspire pupils. Now, in reality, teaching is not to inspire pupils.
As I kept on searching for love. As I kept on searching for love.
This is an Ode to the Good Old Days, The Golden Days, the bygone days... This is an Ode to the Good Old Days, The Golden Days, the bygone d...