Hrishikesh Goswami
Tragedy Classics Crime
Poet is he who
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He who saw the nature
He who touched the sky
He who felt the birds
He who heard the river
He who tasted this Earth.
Scrumptious S...
Frostbite
Futile Melior...
Rain Will Nev...
Buddha
An Absurd Poe...
The Mirror
Ode To Litera...
Pollinate
O! The Fragra...
They still need to mend They still need to mend
Trying hard to hold on Trying hard to hold on
Forbidding me from speaking to you Forbidding me from speaking to you
A heart wrenching poem about rape and its brutality. The poem pleads us to rise against such heinou... A heart wrenching poem about rape and its brutality. The poem pleads us to rise...
My depression is like my body hair Used to shave it, It came back every single time My depression is like my body hair Used to shave it, It came back every si...
a strong poetry depicting the prevalent gender bias in our society a strong poetry depicting the prevalent gender bias in our society
All that is left is an empty shell All that is left is an empty shell
Cancer takes the lives of people in the most merciless way, leaving heartbreak and pain in its wake Cancer takes the lives of people in the most merciless way, leaving heartbreak a...
When the memories started to fade When the memories started to fade
Lyrics of life Lyrics of life
The journey – where 'mistake' was a spitted word on her freedom, The journey – where mistakes wanted... The journey – where 'mistake' was a spitted word on her freedom, The journey – w...
A warrior princess to her tribe, The child would bring fortune rare, it had been prophesied A warrior princess to her tribe, The child would bring fortune rare, it had bee...
Walking away was hard Walking away was hard
Snowfall heavy, blinding; in thin clothes he was clad; Lurching, he stumbled upon ground icy, hea... Snowfall heavy, blinding; in thin clothes he was clad; Lurching, he stumbled ...
Please do something for serving our fraternity from extinction in nature’s pristine lawn... Please do something for serving our fraternity from extinction in nature’s prist...
Celebration of ironies and hypocrisies Celebration of ironies and hypocrisies
I didn't know where was home anymore. I didn't know where was home anymore.
My imagination takes me to abandoned lakes and drowns me with ease. My imagination takes me to abandoned lakes and drowns me with ease.
I do not see anything great I do not see anything great
Feeling the rain drops washing away my tears Feeling the rain drops washing away my tears
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