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creative writings,translations of poetry and stories, prose, videos of your poetry readings, art works , paintings and photography that reflect the diversity of world cultures.GULLI- DANDA [ A KIND OF PLAY IN NORTH INDIA] Making a small pit, Placing parallel A five inch long wooden piece,[gulli] Sharped from both sides Then taking a long stick,[danda] Made it to fly, Then…
Started by DR.RAM SHARMA in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 9 hours ago.
Boa, a 85-year-old woman was the last member of the 'Bo' tribe and the last speaker of the 'Bo' language. She lived in the Andaman islands. Boa died on January 26 and in her death she took her tribe…
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Started by Nazrul Haque in New Poetry In English [ Vol.I ] 9 hours ago.
Its genesis was unassuming, a query, its form-The outgrowth obviates, all should conform! A presence as soothing as her own name, A spirit no one could ever possibly tame; As the night wants for the…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] 1 day ago.
Each morning I awakened, in the tracks of my own tears; My heart was broken that day and has been, for years! God sent me an Angel, to allay my fragile heart's ache-Assuring me, my life's return, no…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 7.
The bruised unseeing eye Of a battered blind world Greenhouse gas tears oozing Running down, corroding The ethics of self preservation A withered sick body Sprawled out on the barren shores…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by sreekumar kariyad 1 day ago.
Sacks of rice, stacks of mice, Waiting Not in the mood To discuss food Golden wheat, ripe and reaped Spread at our feet but Not in the mood To discuss food Sunday roast, have some to…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by sreekumar kariyad 1 day ago.
I roam alone and moan and moan I am alone and have no home I live under covers of skin and bone It is so hard, it is so cold, Allow me to be so bold As to conjure up a world of hope, My fictive…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 6.
The bedroom is unlit save by the silvery light of the moon. From time to time, headlights cast yellow intruding beams on two bare walls and two bare bodies.…
Started by Marcella Henderson-Peal in Drama and Theatre Writings Feb 6.
If there were true justice, I would not have to gatherThought of thee from moments far gone, but ratherWould be witness, each day, to thine own graceAnd not be reduced to this time, in this 'place'!…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ] Feb 6.
My beloved-upon this day of love's celebration, I must attempt to explicate, my heart's elation! I now live, cause be to you, and in each and every wayAs though every moment were always St. Valentine…
Started by Maurice Harris in New Poetry In English [ Vol.II ]. Last reply by sreekumar kariyad Feb 5.
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