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My version of this poem: ▪︎PANTHER AND STORM▪︎ The people who rebuff your opinions, have not yet noticed, the intrepid panther lurking

My version of this poem: ▪︎PANTHER AND STORM▪︎ The people who rebuff your opinions, have not yet noticed, the intrepid panther lurking

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The above poem is on feminism written by Rupi Kaur. My reply is as follows: You tell me to cover myself from head to toe It's no safe to show my skin but I'm not a root to be buried under soil I was not meant to hide behind veil of assumptions

The above poem is on feminism written by Rupi Kaur. My reply is as follows: You tell me to cover myself from head to toe It's no safe to show my skin but I'm not a root to be buried under soil I was not meant to hide behind veil of assumptions

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My continuation goes like: ▪︎A DREAM▪︎ There's a love I often dream like a blossom I've never planted.

My continuation goes like: ▪︎A DREAM▪︎ There's a love I often dream like a blossom I've never planted.

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My continuation to the above poem: ▪︎LOVE▪︎ Love and hate are crafted cool, A crown for the seraphic soul. To eradicate hatred from the pool Use love as a powerful tool.

My continuation to the above poem: ▪︎LOVE▪︎ Love and hate are crafted cool, A crown for the seraphic soul. To eradicate hatred from the pool Use love as a powerful tool.

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The above poem is written by my favourite poet Nikita Gill.❤️ My reply is as follows: *WHAT I CRAVE* I crave for mountains I crave for snowfall

The above poem is written by my favourite poet Nikita Gill.❤️ My reply is as follows: *WHAT I CRAVE* I crave for mountains I crave for snowfall

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Searching the part of me in deep and dark I find what makes me no little boy who saw his ball merrily dancing, merrily bouncing I'm not a little boy who can learn holding someone's hand I'm yet to see the changes seasons bring. My grief - beyond money, is piercing rain when windows crack. I'm yet to see how this world accepts for none, really none come to rescue when a ball is lost

Searching the part of me in deep and dark I find what makes me no little boy who saw his ball merrily dancing, merrily bouncing I'm not a little boy who can learn holding someone's hand I'm yet to see the changes seasons bring. My grief - beyond money, is piercing rain when windows crack. I'm yet to see how this world accepts for none, really none come to rescue when a ball is lost

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•My country of success• Let my country awake from invisible shackles where minds are hidden behind boundaries of gender, caste, creed. Let the weapon be the knowledge echoing in ears and colours spread are of equality. Where there is humanity before killing and heads are light. Where there is halo above guiding and light illuminating hearts.

•My country of success• Let my country awake from invisible shackles where minds are hidden behind boundaries of gender, caste, creed. Let the weapon be the knowledge echoing in ears and colours spread are of equality. Where there is humanity before killing and heads are light. Where there is halo above guiding and light illuminating hearts.

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°°Our Gift To India°° Does there seem a need for me to declare, that our mother's prayers are even heard in despair? Alas! I have seen darkness in the broad daylight countless lullabies snatched from my peaceful night, and missed the gentle touch of motherhood to serve another mother by sacrificing all that I could.

°°Our Gift To India°° Does there seem a need for me to declare, that our mother's prayers are even heard in despair? Alas! I have seen darkness in the broad daylight countless lullabies snatched from my peaceful night, and missed the gentle touch of motherhood to serve another mother by sacrificing all that I could.

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••Stopping By Blossoms on a Spring Morning•• Three blossoms bloom here - where once the Maple Tree shed leaves in tons but the dew on these petals shine like the sunshine on the waves, runs. This garden belongs to the nearby cottage

••Stopping By Blossoms on a Spring Morning•• Three blossoms bloom here - where once the Maple Tree shed leaves in tons but the dew on these petals shine like the sunshine on the waves, runs. This garden belongs to the nearby cottage

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°°The Caged Girl°° A free boy roves through the streets of dust and sit by the stream till the alluring sunset and hangs his feet in the bowing sun's reflection

°°The Caged Girl°° A free boy roves through the streets of dust and sit by the stream till the alluring sunset and hangs his feet in the bowing sun's reflection