Eyes fixed on you,
The mere glance of you
The perceived still motion
The mere gap of you.
Remembered and ached voice,
The mere vision slowed
The watched-over glance
Remained absorbed and bowled.
Submerged fast-forward life,
Underwent a manque rise
The mere sight renewed
And returned at life's price.
It is how we are, ourselves,
Held together and sound
Here is nothing subdued
The mere voice is our bound.
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Sitting with chairs around Inviting everyone, and opened-up; Silently depicting the crux of everything Life as if a Merry-go-round ! Sittin...
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On the spot admission of 140 Anganwadi workers, helpers and supervisors took place in Mehsana with the support of local government at NIOS ... -
The Rain Hits The Wilted Weather Seeing the days pass by with the form fluxing Each day a day of ringing ceremony. Time waiting to be chan...
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