I thought the dead were those indifferent with exemption granted. In a world too small devoid of the resplendent warmth you receive on yours, she breathes, relying on the days
Category: Poetry
Mist by Hein Min TunMist by Hein Min Tun
Hazily fused into the sea of clouds;individuality obscured amid the luridlight of the blue unfurling endless;selfhood, uniqueness, as if exiled from being, become defunct.Beautiful forms faint in hue succumbto oblivion in
Broken in love by Ranjit SahuBroken in love by Ranjit Sahu
poem on being forlorn by love
Communal by Hasan NashidCommunal by Hasan Nashid
Who takes and who gives rights?
New Moon of Life by Rajendra OjhaNew Moon of Life by Rajendra Ojha
a poem about the moon phases of life
Crepuscular Mood by Anushna BiswasCrepuscular Mood by Anushna Biswas
an evening poem for evening lovers
A Flower in Savitribai Phule’s Garden by Purbasha MondalA Flower in Savitribai Phule’s Garden by Purbasha Mondal
Purbasha writes of the peace of reading in solitude
Snowfall in June by Mark A. MurphySnowfall in June by Mark A. Murphy
Imaginative poem by Mark Murphy
Russian Roulette by Mark A. MurphyRussian Roulette by Mark A. Murphy
Mark Murphy with a poem on human hubris