POEM

Spring Navanita Medhi Spring does comeas the rain drops fallto quench the thirst of the earth,the trees wear a new

Holiday In Hill Station Monobina Nath The snow rock was standing near, Trembling hands with malty beer. Eyes are pinned at misty

I love my life Navanita Medhi I love my lifeand want to live itin my own ways,without disturbing anyone,without thinking

Everyday teaches us something
and they are the learnings
of our life,

MOTHER’S DAY Geetima Devi Not a day is enough Nor a year too much To sing your praises, O dear

Modernizing: Fearless Or Fearful Swati Sharma Modern! Modern! Modern! This transition is highly boredom Slang is emerging by leaps and

One India : Best India Anirudha De O India … Your oneness is inimitable — Your enormity can’t be interpreted

O Mom, O Earth; you lie in nature’s lap –
O Nature, you’re too gallant; so bright,
O Sun, your dim rays; at dawn-like a trap !
O Moon, your bluish light; so calm, at night.

Words are more powerful than Kingdom and thrones The Lords and Kings may send armies and slain you But the word stab and stays within you.