- The RiverKuntala Banerjee · 1 min read · 387 readsI love your elegant meandering curvesAbstract
- Mends to Broken EndsDiyaa Grover · 1 min read · 257 readsAnd I can't help but sway away.Abstract
- Hymns Of The TreesSukanya Basu Mallik · 1 min read · 309 readsTrees swing their bodies in the wind,
Swaying to a silent songAbstract
- The winter cloudShishira Pathak · 1 min read · 211 readsAbove hills, through the vale,
Across tree tops and among the woods,
You sway like a lad drunk with ale,
Bringing cold and chill frisking down the hill "O" winter cloud with the pines "ye" quadrille,
Not so far from your home in the hill top,
lies a small stad full of colourful beetels who are beautiful and kopp,
green and brown, buzzing around a lonely baum,
they dwindle they flicker with a zeal without fear,
Come down "ye" cloud to the small thorp,
for the beetles are here to stay,
the mist that you bring will blow over the torp and the haze with the grass blades shall swiftly sway.Abstract
- Merry ChristmasSangita Ghosh · 1 min read · 6.9K readsBell ringing, carol singing, here comes Christmas day.Abstract
- A Sunny DaySara Gadgil · 1 min read · 161 readsIt was a bright and sunny day,
The flowers bloomed and I watched them swayChildren
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