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When unfurled, my head bows down everytime Flies with the wind, tricolour is its noun everytime Horizontal rectangles wielding colours various Imparting a message to the entire town everytime Singing high of mighty deads, it flies with an echo Wherever hoisted, it graces as a crown everytime Of the bravery of saffron, and the peace of white In green of progress, I revere and drown everytime It is not just a flag, but an emotion of millions Telling us to strive and not to back down everytime Do you see it stained with red patches, Sweta? Tearfully, of the sacrifices I write down everytime. Task 2 ~ Ghazal on tricolour #yqbaba #rzindia #rzvandemataram #restzone #englishghazal #tricolour #ghazalsalltheway

When unfurled, my head bows down everytime Flies with the wind, tricolour is its noun everytime Horizontal rectangles wielding colours various Imparting a message to the entire town everytime Singing high of mighty deads, it flies with an echo Wherever hoisted, it graces as a crown everytime Of the bravery of saffron, and the peace of white In green of progress, I revere and drown everytime It is not just a flag, but an emotion of millions Telling us to strive and not to back down everytime Do you see it stained with red patches, Sweta? Tearfully, of the sacrifices I write down everytime. Task 2 ~ Ghazal on tricolour #yqbaba #rzindia #rzvandemataram #restzone #englishghazal #tricolour #ghazalsalltheway

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This March - A Ghazal The winter gales are lost, sun is getting hotter this March The jasmines in my planter yearn for water this March. Vibrant kites flutter in the blue, welcoming winds of cheer Gazing at the beauty a poet sits with his jotter this March. Tender shoots emerge, marking the end of their struggle Seeing them germinate, a smile adorns the cotter this March. My city cries of joy whereas another cries of atrocities Amidst all this frolics, a people are slaughtered this March. Incessant firings, grenades; the nightmares of being killed Bloodshed brutal has become a sensitive matter this March. The air reeks of gore, bodies scream for burial grounds A mother is numb on the death of her daughter this March. Spring is here but where is the spring song lost, Sweta? Elegies and epitaphs are served in a platter this March. We are celebrating. They are mourning. #yqbaba #marchpoem #englishghazal #war #life #ghazalsalltheway

This March - A Ghazal The winter gales are lost, sun is getting hotter this March The jasmines in my planter yearn for water this March. Vibrant kites flutter in the blue, welcoming winds of cheer Gazing at the beauty a poet sits with his jotter this March. Tender shoots emerge, marking the end of their struggle Seeing them germinate, a smile adorns the cotter this March. My city cries of joy whereas another cries of atrocities Amidst all this frolics, a people are slaughtered this March. Incessant firings, grenades; the nightmares of being killed Bloodshed brutal has become a sensitive matter this March. The air reeks of gore, bodies scream for burial grounds A mother is numb on the death of her daughter this March. Spring is here but where is the spring song lost, Sweta? Elegies and epitaphs are served in a platter this March. We are celebrating. They are mourning. #yqbaba #marchpoem #englishghazal #war #life #ghazalsalltheway

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I Breathe - A Ghazal Carrying untold uncertainty in my head, I breathe Cramming my heart with verses unsaid, I breathe. Not blood but fluid of grief runs through my veins Teeming umber eyes with tears unshed, I breathe. My ears often ring with cacophony of my brain Slathering hope over my wounds so red, I breathe. With crumbling of bones and collapsing muscles And with feet stumbling on every tread, I breathe. These lips blanched and lifeless, devoid of smile With skin reeking of an unnamed dread, I breathe. How are you breathing, wielding such pain, Sweta? With a fading hope for bright days ahead, I breathe. I Breathe - A Ghazal Carrying untold uncertainty in my head, I breathe Cramming my heart with verses unsaid, I breathe. Not blood but fluid of grief runs through my veins Teeming umber eyes with tears unshed, I breathe.

I Breathe - A Ghazal Carrying untold uncertainty in my head, I breathe Cramming my heart with verses unsaid, I breathe. Not blood but fluid of grief runs through my veins Teeming umber eyes with tears unshed, I breathe. My ears often ring with cacophony of my brain Slathering hope over my wounds so red, I breathe. With crumbling of bones and collapsing muscles And with feet stumbling on every tread, I breathe. These lips blanched and lifeless, devoid of smile With skin reeking of an unnamed dread, I breathe. How are you breathing, wielding such pain, Sweta? With a fading hope for bright days ahead, I breathe. I Breathe - A Ghazal Carrying untold uncertainty in my head, I breathe Cramming my heart with verses unsaid, I breathe. Not blood but fluid of grief runs through my veins Teeming umber eyes with tears unshed, I breathe.

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2021 - A Ghazal What to start with, there happened a lot this year What to jot down about and what to not this year. Schools reopened and students went to their classes A rally in education is the first thing we got this year. The nation bagged fame and the tricolour raised Accolades and medals were brought this year. Thousands were cured and millions inoculated Battle against pandemic was bravely fought this year. But atrocities stepped in with the price hike of fuels I heard for hundred bucks, a litre was bought this year. And crimes and felonies continued to haunt the lot Under its burden, humanity seemed to rot this year. As the year end was near, a new variant took birth All turned futile, even the vaccination shots this year. The world shall thrive, Sweta! lose not your hope Rather count on the miracles you have sought this year. Just another year! #yqbaba #englishghazal #2021 #swetism #rzshayraanasep #restzone #jashnerestzone #ghazalsalltheway

2021 - A Ghazal What to start with, there happened a lot this year What to jot down about and what to not this year. Schools reopened and students went to their classes A rally in education is the first thing we got this year. The nation bagged fame and the tricolour raised Accolades and medals were brought this year. Thousands were cured and millions inoculated Battle against pandemic was bravely fought this year. But atrocities stepped in with the price hike of fuels I heard for hundred bucks, a litre was bought this year. And crimes and felonies continued to haunt the lot Under its burden, humanity seemed to rot this year. As the year end was near, a new variant took birth All turned futile, even the vaccination shots this year. The world shall thrive, Sweta! lose not your hope Rather count on the miracles you have sought this year. Just another year! #yqbaba #englishghazal #2021 #swetism #rzshayraanasep #restzone #jashnerestzone #ghazalsalltheway

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I will Bloom - A Ghazal From the crevices of shattered belief, I will bloom To bring back the glee, expelling grief, I will bloom. Even after the aeon of melancholic fall and departure, As a ray of bliss, arising with novel leaf, I will bloom. The sun seems scorching and the hope is laying dead With the petrichor of first rain; a relief, I will bloom. Amidst this domineering throng of two-faced cacti With an essence to be welcomed as lief, I will bloom. Will this conceited society ever let you rise, Sweta? From the crystal rills to the rock massif, I will bloom. A Ghazal on blooming. #dndwow #yqdnd #dndwow256 #poemtime #yqbaba #englishghazal #ghazalsalltheway #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

I will Bloom - A Ghazal From the crevices of shattered belief, I will bloom To bring back the glee, expelling grief, I will bloom. Even after the aeon of melancholic fall and departure, As a ray of bliss, arising with novel leaf, I will bloom. The sun seems scorching and the hope is laying dead With the petrichor of first rain; a relief, I will bloom. Amidst this domineering throng of two-faced cacti With an essence to be welcomed as lief, I will bloom. Will this conceited society ever let you rise, Sweta? From the crystal rills to the rock massif, I will bloom. A Ghazal on blooming. #dndwow #yqdnd #dndwow256 #poemtime #yqbaba #englishghazal #ghazalsalltheway #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

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▪︎July - A Ghazal▪︎ The grass turns into golden hay in July Feasting on which, horses neigh in July. Time for the toads to peep from behind For, monsoon is paving its way in July. Between the velvet green and the red fall Florets of bliss and rapture play in July. Clouds in the day time, stars at the night At times, the weather too astrays in July. Of the petals turning scarlet on blushing Queenly rose is having May day in July. The air feels dry and moist all the while For, the drizzles, the clouds spray in July. Stella's heart bounces of glee and gaiety Irie days are fading days of grey in July. Also, it's Harry's birthday month. 🔮 #yqbaba #englishghazal #july #julypoem #ghazalsalltheway #swet_a

▪︎July - A Ghazal▪︎ The grass turns into golden hay in July Feasting on which, horses neigh in July. Time for the toads to peep from behind For, monsoon is paving its way in July. Between the velvet green and the red fall Florets of bliss and rapture play in July. Clouds in the day time, stars at the night At times, the weather too astrays in July. Of the petals turning scarlet on blushing Queenly rose is having May day in July. The air feels dry and moist all the while For, the drizzles, the clouds spray in July. Stella's heart bounces of glee and gaiety Irie days are fading days of grey in July. Also, it's Harry's birthday month. 🔮 #yqbaba #englishghazal #july #julypoem #ghazalsalltheway #swet_a

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▪︎Grief - A Ghazal ▪︎ Grief has been by my-side all the while Sheathing me with its hide all the while. Its long and dreary hands pull me back I've been drifting by its tide all the while. They say, elation will find its way to me But, the distance felt wide all the while. Its shackles seem too strong to be broken No matter how hard I tried all the while. When they asked me of my blessedness Being utterly sombre, I lied all the while. Grief engraved its name on Stella's heart I wielded the scars with pride all the time. Grief feels home! For a better read: Grief had been by my-side all the while Concealing me with its hide all the while Its long and dreary hands pull me back

▪︎Grief - A Ghazal ▪︎ Grief has been by my-side all the while Sheathing me with its hide all the while. Its long and dreary hands pull me back I've been drifting by its tide all the while. They say, elation will find its way to me But, the distance felt wide all the while. Its shackles seem too strong to be broken No matter how hard I tried all the while. When they asked me of my blessedness Being utterly sombre, I lied all the while. Grief engraved its name on Stella's heart I wielded the scars with pride all the time. Grief feels home! For a better read: Grief had been by my-side all the while Concealing me with its hide all the while Its long and dreary hands pull me back

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▪︎June - A Ghazal▪︎ Homes're collapsed and hopes got tattered in June. Dreams're snapped and bliss was shattered in June. The clouds rained dolour, catastrophes thundered The grievous puddle of loss was splattered in June. Morgues were brimming and bodies overflowing Myriads of tragic pictures were captured in June. Fathers were snatched and the mothers were dead Unwiped tears of children were spattered in June. Tempests of ill fortune brought havoc to the town The breezes of cheer and glee're battered in June. What could be more atrocious than all this, Stella? Nothing else but count of deaths mattered in June. A Ghazal on June #dndwow #dndwow242 #yqdnd #yqbaba #ghazalsalltheway #death #englishghazal #junepoem Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

▪︎June - A Ghazal▪︎ Homes're collapsed and hopes got tattered in June. Dreams're snapped and bliss was shattered in June. The clouds rained dolour, catastrophes thundered The grievous puddle of loss was splattered in June. Morgues were brimming and bodies overflowing Myriads of tragic pictures were captured in June. Fathers were snatched and the mothers were dead Unwiped tears of children were spattered in June. Tempests of ill fortune brought havoc to the town The breezes of cheer and glee're battered in June. What could be more atrocious than all this, Stella? Nothing else but count of deaths mattered in June. A Ghazal on June #dndwow #dndwow242 #yqdnd #yqbaba #ghazalsalltheway #death #englishghazal #junepoem Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

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▪︎I am Alone▪︎ Amidst the chaotic shambles under the sun, I am alone As a detained convict in this worldly prison, I am alone. Walking through the deep thickets, looking for a shelter As a forlorn refugee of a battle withdrawn, I am alone. Inspite of love, inspite of warmth, I see an endless space Unfurled as extensive as some verdant lawn, I am alone. No one to yell, no one to tell, no one to glare or to stare In the woods deserted as a motherless fawn, I am alone. Like the maple, shedding its foliage as autumn knocks As the overcast sky laden with a bleak dawn, I am alone. How do you live when emptiness is in your soul, Stella? Combating the memories of a woeful bygone, I am alone. I tried to find a company and my shadow smirked at me! A Ghazal on Lonliness. #dndwow #dndwow234 #yqdnd #yqbaba #englishghazal #swet_a #alone #ghazalsalltheway Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

▪︎I am Alone▪︎ Amidst the chaotic shambles under the sun, I am alone As a detained convict in this worldly prison, I am alone. Walking through the deep thickets, looking for a shelter As a forlorn refugee of a battle withdrawn, I am alone. Inspite of love, inspite of warmth, I see an endless space Unfurled as extensive as some verdant lawn, I am alone. No one to yell, no one to tell, no one to glare or to stare In the woods deserted as a motherless fawn, I am alone. Like the maple, shedding its foliage as autumn knocks As the overcast sky laden with a bleak dawn, I am alone. How do you live when emptiness is in your soul, Stella? Combating the memories of a woeful bygone, I am alone. I tried to find a company and my shadow smirked at me! A Ghazal on Lonliness. #dndwow #dndwow234 #yqdnd #yqbaba #englishghazal #swet_a #alone #ghazalsalltheway Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

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▪︎I Have Failed▪︎ To walk ahead in life rebuffing repentance, I have failed To frighten off the phantoms of penitence, I have failed. Upon brawling against my vulnerabilities, only to lose To cope with my doubts over my existence, I have failed. The cobwebs of brain let wasps of past to break through To shine with the purest inner quintessence, I have failed. While I search for metaphors, the graveyard smirks at me To preserve the period of my luminescence, I have failed. I am lamenting over my burning dead selves in the pyre To regain the warm fuzzies and life's essence, I have failed. Have you lost all your way to be contented again, Sweta? To realise the motive behind my subsistence I have failed. A Ghazal: I Have Failed #dndwow #dndwow230 #musingtime #yqdnd #yqbaba #englishghazal #ghazalsalltheway Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters

▪︎I Have Failed▪︎ To walk ahead in life rebuffing repentance, I have failed To frighten off the phantoms of penitence, I have failed. Upon brawling against my vulnerabilities, only to lose To cope with my doubts over my existence, I have failed. The cobwebs of brain let wasps of past to break through To shine with the purest inner quintessence, I have failed. While I search for metaphors, the graveyard smirks at me To preserve the period of my luminescence, I have failed. I am lamenting over my burning dead selves in the pyre To regain the warm fuzzies and life's essence, I have failed. Have you lost all your way to be contented again, Sweta? To realise the motive behind my subsistence I have failed. A Ghazal: I Have Failed #dndwow #dndwow230 #musingtime #yqdnd #yqbaba #englishghazal #ghazalsalltheway Collaborating with Democrats & Dissenters