What is love without an ounce of pain? Poem By- Subhasmita Pattnayak Reviewed By- Manoj Kumar Panda //The Venom of love// Love is a matured piece of expensive excuses and extensive experiences! It blooms just like a rose, grows at the tip
//Endless Love// I lost my inner voice The transparent part of my feelings fell from the top and get blurred. But today love healed that! When l was a kid, My dreams were similar to my four walled bed room, just
//In my memory; SLF// I don’t want to make any direct comparison to Suryodaya Literary Foundation with anything. Like the rise of sun, it also rised miraculously with a sacred positive vibe. I entered to SLF accidentally but became a permanent one
//I am fine// I run magically amidst the junction under the chest of crest and troughs. My riveting journey kisses the top which elucidates my experience in short terms of; rough and soft! None have bidden their ear to hear the mourning
//The dormancy of inactivity// Under the shed of laburnum I sat waitingly for a long. He didn’t transpir nor vanquish From the cavernous of my heart. I delayed to detain him in the dormancy of my softness I swore to retain
//You can’t blame// Just like the sonorous property of the metal It always shines by indicating itself special. It carries all the informations about me Including, When I wake up and when I sleep! I think my self incomplete as l can’t
//My inner voice; a ghazal// My journey says a lot of things about myself Keeping and leaving, helping and destructing are all in, that what I call myself. Your necessity says louder than my mistreat A simple thing who keeps your every
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//Love is Omnipresent// Just before plucking a flower Have a little imagination! Think about the plant which held it a little before Try to recognize that affection for the sweet flower! Resume yourself and just measure the attachment Devour yourself in the