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The poet has depicted love and affection of mother towards her child in his poem as how customer comes and goes out when they see a sleeping baby. (Reads: 106)
I am like salt-common, in my and your life,If I am more than enough, In my and your life, I destroy mine-your -taste of life, But when I am with you, All are with you, I am not God! (Reads: 47)
I went over to my neighbours’ and we walked to the park, And soon we were going down the slide, The sun was still casting golden light all around, ‘Ah, the times in Goa,’ I smiled and sighed. (Reads: 270)
The morning after … The despair, the hopelessness, the despondency of a man whose wife passed away … The dread of a new dawn. (Reads: 259)
I wished I could wake up with smiling crimson sun shining on my face. I missed the summer so much. I missed the sunshine on this foggy morning. Read moral story (Reads: 542)
This Hindi poem describes the three seasons of the year very vividly. The winter and its biting effect has been described with minute details. (Reads: 283)
This Hindi poem highlights the desires of two lovers in which they are assuming their reunion in a dark lonely night. (Reads: 562)
Viewing his beloved doing so in midst of a soft conversation extended him a sort of mild ecstasy. A love story with special love in it…!!! (Reads: 1,533)
You came to me everyday with different surprises, and never failed to leave behind a beautiful,lasting flavor in my being and the essence of cheer and high spirits. (Reads: 2,157)
He is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, it started as he wasn’t able to remember recent activities. How could there be a disease which makes you forget your past, your loved ones! (Reads: 884)