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By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Separation is Death
Detachment is Passing This sonnet is about the torment of detachment. That's what the writer says in the event that you at any point pay attention to the wails of an individual, or take a gander at the manner in which two isolated cranes sob for one another, or see the tears moving down somebody's cheek right now of separating, then, at that point, you will maybe comprehend that detachment is passing.
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
