Author: Charulata Panigrahi
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Forget me not.
In olden time Girls did a lot of embroidery. Granny once told me an interesting fact, Before wedding , Each girl sew forget me not In different shades on pillow covers. The cherished gift for the would be And a must item in a girl’s dowry. I chuckled and asked “Did you do it grandma?…
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Eminence.
Riches never bring eminence to anybody. Efforts, hardwork,character make people great. Eminent scientists, judges, sculptors, Benefited society by their toils. Great writers, singers and fighters. Their contributions never to be forgotten. But Whenever a leader tries to uplift humanity. By…
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Devotion
Her devotion to duty never wavered. As a daughter, sister and wife she excelled. Her loyalty and piety awed one and all. The affection, dedication and attentiveness Enriched the family. . The day she left the mortal world, Everyone mourned with broken heart. Hope her legacy may continue with The children she has brought up…
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Control
The sky is filled with colourful kites. Having all the colours of the rainbow. Young and old all are happy flying their kites. They know they can control the string on their own. But, do they know the fact? That the strings of their lives Are controlled by someone above high? The Almighty plays with…
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Bubble
How much I liked blowing soap bubbles It was long past in my childhood. Running after the bubbles to catch and burst And the unbounded joy ! Alas growing up I knew Wise men have told, “Life is but a bubble” Experienced one-day the fact is true When my loved one passed away While in…
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Astounding
The year spent was scary Never in my life I had gone through a pandemic. Unheard unseen a situation I went through it. The fear was there and the gloom also. A talkative a good hostess I remained alone. Eight months without socialization is not a joke. It is astounding how come I came out…
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Can’t I go back
On the balcony With my tea cup How many times I have thought Can’t I go back? The day I played with the dust Cooking rice dal with sand My pots and pans Were the coconut shells. Can’t I go back? My carefree student days Coming from class Throwing the books away Gobbling the yummy…
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Perpetual winter
She looked frozen. Yet it was not winter. Then what was the reason? The little sweet girl, she was only six. Her parents died and she was in a fix. An aunt took her care, the uncle was a rogue. He abused and molested her several times. But the scared one kept herself mum. Whom…