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a begger in sandy plains of the Ganges @Sangam, Prayag(Allahabad)

a begger in sandy plains of the Ganges @Sangam, Prayag(Allahabad)

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दूर-दूर तक फैला पानी, मनमोहक प्राकृतिक नज़ारे। तीन तरफ़ से सुशोभित करें, भारत को जलधी के किनारे| वहीं कहीं किनारे पर ही, बोल कहीं तेरा घर है ? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है ? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है? Part V - The Coastal Plains (तटीय मैदान) #VKS

दूर-दूर तक फैला पानी, मनमोहक प्राकृतिक नज़ारे। तीन तरफ़ से सुशोभित करें, भारत को जलधी के किनारे| वहीं कहीं किनारे पर ही, बोल कहीं तेरा घर है ? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है ? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है? Part V - The Coastal Plains (तटीय मैदान) #VKS

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सदानीरा नदियाँ जहाँ बहतीं, अन्नपूर्णा धरती है महान। स्वर्णाभा से रौशन होते, भारत के विशाल मैदान| वहीं  किसी खेत के मध्य में, बोल कहीं तेरा घर है? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है ? Part II Northern Plains (उत्तर के मैदान) #VKS

सदानीरा नदियाँ जहाँ बहतीं, अन्नपूर्णा धरती है महान। स्वर्णाभा से रौशन होते, भारत के विशाल मैदान| वहीं  किसी खेत के मध्य में, बोल कहीं तेरा घर है? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है? बोल कहाँ तेरा घर है ? Part II Northern Plains (उत्तर के मैदान) #VKS

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Which burns rigorously In deep ditched form.. (captioned) [haiku form] Pain is a colour Which burns rigorously In deep ditched form.. Pain is flowing rain when given drastically Inner grief awakes..

Which burns rigorously In deep ditched form.. (captioned) [haiku form] Pain is a colour Which burns rigorously In deep ditched form.. Pain is flowing rain when given drastically Inner grief awakes..

Sanjana Kumar

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The songs seem clean. Like the plains have held on to the spring for too long. And now they're letting go. Baring the branches. Folding up the dried petals. //in caption// Spring leaves. The songs seem clean. Like the plains have held on to the spring for too long. And now they're letting go. Baring the branc

The songs seem clean. Like the plains have held on to the spring for too long. And now they're letting go. Baring the branches. Folding up the dried petals. //in caption// Spring leaves. The songs seem clean. Like the plains have held on to the spring for too long. And now they're letting go. Baring the branc

R.S. Meena

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Hills When we get an opportunity to go on hills, Each corner of heart enjoys there and fills, With enthusiasm to have a look of landscape, In each part of India hills are found with high cape. In plains, people look for comfortable home, And forget the value of hills and earn dome. They begin to hack trees, even not spare buds, As a result, they invite wild beasts to taste curds. Hills were safe abode of wild animals ago, Now, mere stones may be seen to and fro. Due to this, crops are chopped in no time, Lot of beasts come there to enjoy ripe lime. So, let's take an oath to preserve trees in hills, This action towards Nature may save without bills. #rsmalwar #yqdada Hills When we get an opportunity to go on hills, Each corner of heart enjoys there and fills, With enthusiasm to have a l

Hills When we get an opportunity to go on hills, Each corner of heart enjoys there and fills, With enthusiasm to have a look of landscape, In each part of India hills are found with high cape. In plains, people look for comfortable home, And forget the value of hills and earn dome. They begin to hack trees, even not spare buds, As a result, they invite wild beasts to taste curds. Hills were safe abode of wild animals ago, Now, mere stones may be seen to and fro. Due to this, crops are chopped in no time, Lot of beasts come there to enjoy ripe lime. So, let's take an oath to preserve trees in hills, This action towards Nature may save without bills. #rsmalwar #yqdada Hills When we get an opportunity to go on hills, Each corner of heart enjoys there and fills, With enthusiasm to have a l

Kartik Prajapat

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• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 9 ) a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you

• hush the daylight and you were a thief • ( 9 ) a week without her went like the water of Ganga, flooding onto your delta plains, the alluvium of memories sandier enough to drain what you

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Why can't I eat that pizza again? //cheese in the caption Why can't I eat that pizza again? I ask the time. I've asked time this question From time to time, on repeat. But time never replied, Why w

Why can't I eat that pizza again? //cheese in the caption Why can't I eat that pizza again? I ask the time. I've asked time this question From time to time, on repeat. But time never replied, Why w

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The Pineapple Express, rushed through the platform. Chugging and puffing, like an old soul. Heaving the carriages full of exotics and citrus, and not just pineapples alone. The story behind the train, was never told in vain. As it had lessons to delve upon. It is said that the engine, was as old as the rail line laid. Some said it was the first, locomotive to emerge, and connect the South to North. (Full Poem in Caption) #YQWallWritings Click on #CalmKaziGraffiti for all my entries Full Poetry - THE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS

The Pineapple Express, rushed through the platform. Chugging and puffing, like an old soul. Heaving the carriages full of exotics and citrus, and not just pineapples alone. The story behind the train, was never told in vain. As it had lessons to delve upon. It is said that the engine, was as old as the rail line laid. Some said it was the first, locomotive to emerge, and connect the South to North. (Full Poem in Caption) #YQWallWritings Click on #CalmKaziGraffiti for all my entries Full Poetry - THE PINEAPPLE EXPRESS

Suranya

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{ Poetry in caption } WILD HEART by SURANYA Wreaths of rhododendrons Smell of jasmine, rose petal sprinklers But the sweetest smell was still That of your painte

{ Poetry in caption } WILD HEART by SURANYA Wreaths of rhododendrons Smell of jasmine, rose petal sprinklers But the sweetest smell was still That of your painte