Tag: Poem

Dying Drops

Imagine a life without water. Impossible, right? But the near future shows us that our mistakes are leading us to that reality. So, lets stop today and think for a minute and then pledge to conserve and protect the most precious resource of this earth we call home.

Am I Free?

Sometimes even with the freedom we have, we live life on terms and conditions. Just because what we do is not perceived acceptable, is it right to limit ourselves just for the validity of others? Are we really as free as we think to…

Who am I?

You are not what the world sees, you are what you believe to be…

My Childhood Was Lost…

A POEM BY YUKTA BHANDARI

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