Category: Personification
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My House is Not Dead
How much is a home celebrated, When it is given a life, As if everything has congregated To make it sanct, new, and decorated. Over the years, it loses its glimmer, Converts to a sojourn, in some other years, It is too old to habitat for humans. They pack and leave in search of a…
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Poem: A horrific Dream
The place called home comes regularly in my dreams, How loved it is before, And how terrifying it becomes after. We want to meet them badly And still there we stand hopelessly. While I hold my breath to not let the dream go, I yearn and wish for the catastrophy to stop. I am harshly…
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Poem : Chalk
Have you ever wondered, How a piece of chalk dies a slow death. While the person unknowingly breaks its head, some pieces of its soul fall down, On ground. Others they live in the form of words. Some play with each other in the cursive written words, And some others are just segregated in the…
Supriya Sahu 