Monday | 8 June 2026 | Reg No- 06
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Continuous rain for four days had turned the city into a damp, dark sponge. For
Deep within the slumbering town, who sounds the waking shell?Rights are weeping silently, where mire
In a hidden valley beyond the silver mountains, there was a tiny village called Willowbrook.
I celebrate lifewith a sadnessthat has not learnedlanguage.I stepped awayto unlearnmy name.I took a vacationfrom
In joyous times and songs of glee, no one comes to care,Without a selfish motive,
I wake up to the slight rain taking place outside, and a cool gust of
A pair of eyes like a Bermuda TriangleI go ahead though I know death is
The rain had been falling over Kaliganj for three straight days, turning the narrow roads
Death is bound to come, my friend, a truth you surely know,Where is your true,
“It’s not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow...” and there are times
O Euterpe, O Euterpe, be my museAnd descend on my linesLike morning dews.I crave to
The wind walks softly through the trees,It hums with leaves and bending breeze.A river glides
