Megha Gupta
Classics Inspirational Children
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Truth Of Bitt...
Love, A Siren...
Acceptance
Fear And You
Who's Black, ...
My Enigma Or ...
Whisper Of He...
Who Is He?
Shh Don't Tel...
Trust me, I k...
This poem depicts a person who's not a leader but is on the righteous path with a clear conscience. This poem depicts a person who's not a leader but is on the righteous path with ...
It's like a fire, that burns so bright, But it leaves us empty, when it's out of sight, It's like a fire, that burns so bright, But it leaves us empty, when it's out...
A burst of color in the sky As the sun sets low and nigh A burst of color in the sky As the sun sets low and nigh
On the other side of me, There's a story that's yet to be, A tale of triumphs and defeats, On the other side of me, There's a story that's yet to be, A tale of triumphs ...
Love, like the breeze that carries the scent of spring, Is a force that moves us and makes our he... Love, like the breeze that carries the scent of spring, Is a force that moves...
Autumn is picturesque; out of all of the seasons! Autumn is picturesque; out of all of the seasons!
In icy hush, where frost descends, A winter scene on a canal extends. In icy hush, where frost descends, A winter scene on a canal extends.
Seated on throne, Pilot proclaimed, Who is this Man, and what is the Truth? Seated on throne, Pilot proclaimed, Who is this Man, and what is the Truth?
A frozen town on the banks of an icy cold river, The winter had seeped through it's entirety and ... A frozen town on the banks of an icy cold river, The winter had seeped throug...
The pages themselves, like old friends Whose company we'll never tire or end The pages themselves, like old friends Whose company we'll never tire or end
She was not the puppet of the times, of parochial thoughts and narrowed minds. She was a connoiss... She was not the puppet of the times, of parochial thoughts and narrowed minds. ...
There was once a muddy stone, Who dreamt of the golden throne; There was once a muddy stone, Who dreamt of the golden throne;
Not more than six to be precise I enjoyed the change of weather Not more than six to be precise I enjoyed the change of weather
The onset of spring blossoms a ray of hope in our lives It fuels energy to strengthen our nerves The onset of spring blossoms a ray of hope in our lives It fuels energy to st...
A dark spirit threatened to quell my learning hunger It transformed itself into a fear monger A dark spirit threatened to quell my learning hunger It transformed itself in...
The poster breathes life, frozen in time, A tribute to her talent, so sublime. The poster breathes life, frozen in time, A tribute to her talent, so sublime...
In a world of solitude, a friend appears, A beacon of light to calm our fears. In a world of solitude, a friend appears, A beacon of light to calm our fears...
Yes I cry more, I am more emotional, I am more expressive Yes I cry more, I am more emotional, I am more expressive
I long for someone to hold my hand, To understand me, to take a stand. I long for someone to hold my hand, To understand me, to take a stand.
Help your feared inner-self understand That you slip and stumble but it's never the end Help your feared inner-self understand That you slip and stumble but it's neve...