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Whither had Nature sought The extent of change that was inevitable, As the leaves of the past turned mottled and grey, And lose track of ...

It was raining intermittently outside. The clanging of bells of the nearby temples, the raucous screeching of the frenzied crows, the hea...

“Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is,” said the famous poet, Edna St. Vincent Millay. Often, we pace...

An uncanny terrain of paramount mendacity, Dispels even an innate and robust audacity – An empire contrived by a king perched on a throne...

Where the morn is bright and the nature is replete with resplendence, And men have done away with their unrepentance; When the cool gust ...

It is a world of spite, Where there are many 'mongrels' who bite, Amicable in appearance, despicable in manner, Such that our visage cons...

Despair is that voice which dissuades us from our goal, It is that evil force working towards the devastation of our soul. Valiance is es...

I stared around, befuddled for a moment. I’d an inkling that my visage must have been pallid and my hair disheveled… There was not the sl...

There's a scent of imminent danger, Coalesced with the fear of lingering contamination That can be caused by shaking hands with an infect...

The most powerful contrivance in this world is time; It is that gambit which eludes our rationality, That incessant ocean which can yield...