What is life? Read the post’s idea of life here.
In a morn as sweet as tulips bloom, She entered the crowd in a cacophony of gloom; Sun as salient with Apollo’s might, She walked that road in brazen plight; And thus began her tale of redemption. An exiled voyage destined for deadlock, She plied her way unaware of the common flock; With grit worth …
The poet talks about how society limits the definition and concept of love.
The poet talks about how it feels like to be a woman in this country.
Indian National Congress is set with their trump card Mrs. Priyanka Gandhi Vadra into active politics.
A love poem.
It’s a poem about menstruation. Since women have to face it every month, It’s time to own it, be proud of our bodies, and let the nature be out in the open.
Round we go one more time, a new dawn and a newer day in sight. The season four is about to strike and another year of toil and strife. There be no ending for a brighter beginning, there be nothing special for another sunny morn; However, remember to forget the frolics of yester’s pain and …