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The Blessed One

-Damanjit Kaur

I saw him when I was walking down the market lane, absorbing my surroundings, looking at the brightly lit shops and the people, greeting the few I knew with a casual smile. 870 more words

Features

Grey and Silver

I don’t think I really understood life and death until I saw the dumpsite burning. The evidence of our existence was everywhere. But this is not who we are, or at least I hope not. 275 more words

PIG AND MAN ( A satire- to share knowledge)

1.I happened to ponder on pigs the other day
When one of my close ‘kith and kin’ provoked my
anger!
Anger, not what it used to be – a reaction… 460 more words

Poem

For dreaming is for everyone

Her browning black tousled hair;

Fluttered hesitantly with the evening wind.

Hands smeared with unruly grime

And eyes that sang with a chime;

She bothered a little… 67 more words

Poetry