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Ashu

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The old room ;dingy sqaulid and shabby Wore cob web like a garment Ruined by the pitter-patter rain And the burning sun It's afraid of darkness; The ghostly life ;move with skeleton hanging down It's afraid of being the ghostly abode . An old shabby room Penned by Ashwini #yqrestzone #ghost #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes

The old room ;dingy sqaulid and shabby Wore cob web like a garment Ruined by the pitter-patter rain And the burning sun It's afraid of darkness; The ghostly life ;move with skeleton hanging down It's afraid of being the ghostly abode . An old shabby room Penned by Ashwini #yqrestzone #ghost #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes

Shubhi Mahajan

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Some yanks to shabby rags brought priceless smiles to those lifeless children. This haiku is based on Shabby Rags full of dust but even a jerk to them brought priceless smiles to those slum children.

Some yanks to shabby rags brought priceless smiles to those lifeless children. This haiku is based on Shabby Rags full of dust but even a jerk to them brought priceless smiles to those slum children.

Nitish

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Last winter I met a girl at my friend's wedding. She was physically so attractive that cadiness took over my soul. She could have given a dead man a boner while lying dead in his coffin. I wanted to be inside her desperately. So I went on to ask her gathering all my courage and all I could say was ' The mercury has just inched 40* celcius,proly by your presence'. 'Oh! Honey not with a thousand condoms', she retorted. What's the problem? I catechized. The problem is your pickup line,it's so shabby. Pointing out to one old man, he also said me the same lines, she added further and was about to leave when I screamed 'Hey! Wait just a minute'. 'Now what'?, She yelled. The food here is so bad. Can I have you for dinner and if you taste good, I'll have you as my breakfast as well, I asked. Tell you what, my wordplay helped me so much that night that now I can eat her whenever I want. That cheesy pickup line which she said was shabby was actually from a query that I googled. My own wordplay helped me. Thus 'Aatmnirbhar ban

Last winter I met a girl at my friend's wedding. She was physically so attractive that cadiness took over my soul. She could have given a dead man a boner while lying dead in his coffin. I wanted to be inside her desperately. So I went on to ask her gathering all my courage and all I could say was ' The mercury has just inched 40* celcius,proly by your presence'. 'Oh! Honey not with a thousand condoms', she retorted. What's the problem? I catechized. The problem is your pickup line,it's so shabby. Pointing out to one old man, he also said me the same lines, she added further and was about to leave when I screamed 'Hey! Wait just a minute'. 'Now what'?, She yelled. The food here is so bad. Can I have you for dinner and if you taste good, I'll have you as my breakfast as well, I asked. Tell you what, my wordplay helped me so much that night that now I can eat her whenever I want. That cheesy pickup line which she said was shabby was actually from a query that I googled. My own wordplay helped me. Thus 'Aatmnirbhar ban

Blue Butterfly

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There, is my home, my homeland. (Caption) Along the fringes of the green cover of the virgin forest; surrounding an old temple, existing in quiet wilderness and its dilapidated

There, is my home, my homeland. (Caption) Along the fringes of the green cover of the virgin forest; surrounding an old temple, existing in quiet wilderness and its dilapidated

Aady

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And the nightmares carry on... //caption// I used to be in love once It was a long time ago Another lifetime Maybe a decade now She was the first ray of sunshine in my otherwise unha

And the nightmares carry on... //caption// I used to be in love once It was a long time ago Another lifetime Maybe a decade now She was the first ray of sunshine in my otherwise unha

Kajori Parial

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Spring Spring reminds me of pastel boxes, The ones I used to colour my drawing books in childhood days. The bright colours of those pastels would melt in the warmth of my imagination, And flow till, The white page turned into Lush green blanket, Dotted with vibrant blooms, Orange, red, yellow, Against the backdrop of bright and enlivening blue. - Full poem in caption Spring Spring reminds me of pastel boxes, The ones I used to colour my drawing books in childhood days. The bright colours of those pastel

Spring Spring reminds me of pastel boxes, The ones I used to colour my drawing books in childhood days. The bright colours of those pastels would melt in the warmth of my imagination, And flow till, The white page turned into Lush green blanket, Dotted with vibrant blooms, Orange, red, yellow, Against the backdrop of bright and enlivening blue. - Full poem in caption Spring Spring reminds me of pastel boxes, The ones I used to colour my drawing books in childhood days. The bright colours of those pastel

Asiya Shaikh

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In a place where she should belong, she is extinct. (Full piece in caption) In a place where she should belong, she is extinct. The murmur over there ask for her to rejoice every single little mistake. Yes, you harke

In a place where she should belong, she is extinct. (Full piece in caption) In a place where she should belong, she is extinct. The murmur over there ask for her to rejoice every single little mistake. Yes, you harke

Shahana Parveen

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आज फिर किसी शख़्स को सड़क किनारे सोता देखा आज फिर अपनी झोंपड़ी पर शुक्र मनाया मैंने While going to the college, I saw a person sleeping on the road side having a shabby blanket which was hardly covering his whole body. After

आज फिर किसी शख़्स को सड़क किनारे सोता देखा आज फिर अपनी झोंपड़ी पर शुक्र मनाया मैंने While going to the college, I saw a person sleeping on the road side having a shabby blanket which was hardly covering his whole body. After

Hemalatha G

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•another bowl of Random babbles on your table• 1) i look at my recent pictures and wonder from when and for whom i grew okay with taking pictures of myself. still, half-covered face and s

•another bowl of Random babbles on your table• 1) i look at my recent pictures and wonder from when and for whom i grew okay with taking pictures of myself. still, half-covered face and s

Kunju Poetry

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Bits of my story Part 1 It was drizzling snow.. No it was rain I was cold inside my woolen blanket on a dark monday morning. My alarm clock has been ringing for the

Bits of my story Part 1 It was drizzling snow.. No it was rain I was cold inside my woolen blanket on a dark monday morning. My alarm clock has been ringing for the