Poetry
Lance
A lance gleams in noon‑lit clime, a slender spear that stretches wide— its shaft, a timbered,‑old ark of wood, carrying the weight of old‑world pride. In cobbled lanes of Stratford‑on‑Avon, the echo of
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One Battle After Another In the dim dawn of an old trench‑lined hour, the crackle of engines, the clank of steel’s power, men heated their rifles and stirred their own rumour, A name for
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Shred In the quiet hum of a London flat, paper quivers in the heat‑laced air— a single page, a thin, trembling strip of ink smeared like a forgotten match‑ticket. It shrivels at the edge, a
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From the grimy alleys of Dharavi, a boy with ragged shoes Stalks the teeming streets where sirens sigh and market tribes All clutching seeds of hope, a flicker in his mind’s cold
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Brief Encounter The whistle sighed and the carriage rattled, a damp, languid steam that lingers in the air – no hurry, just the tentative breath of London at night. Two strangers lean over a
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