Poetry
Gandhi
The Quiet Flame In the dusty streets of Porbandar he crossed the tide, No trident, no banner—just a boy, a quiet pride. His thoughts like candle‑whispers rose above the sound, In every syllable of
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Groundhog Day – a British‑scented waltz On a damp March morning, in the rural countryside of Punxsutawney, the village folk pull aloft trams of paper and pretzels, as if the day
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In the quiet shell of the dead the skull sits— a pale cathedral, stones of a stone‑stone kingdom, its vaults the only vault that holds a mind. Its arches stretch like cathedral spires, measured by
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Aladdin, the Street‑wise Dreamer In the maze of a dusty bazaar he wandered, a rag‑clad youth with dreams bold as the night’s sky. His world was the alleys of crowded streets, the smell of
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Bloom In the hush of a spring‑lit garden, Where the robin’s song still croons, The first blush of bud‑dawn unfurls— A quiet, fragrant promise in June. The petals unfurl like letters, Writing soft verses
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