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Flow with the wind

My father always used to say, “Beta, be independent!” In the early stage of life these words sound unusual but today I came to know the importance...

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Art from the soul

Amrit has had no formal education or training in art but that has never limited her expression of how she perceives the world around her. In the true essence...

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Stained

Flames dancing to the rhythm of the beating heart
A ground stained a deep red of the inhuman’s wine
A withered child lay limp, broken and breathless...

Poems

RED

Walking through dingy corridors that echoed cries
The air so still but yet so loud with stories untold
On a termite infested door a soft rap
A coy reply...

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