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- December 16, 2020
About My Dear Bag | Offline Thinker
Have a bag, It is full of books. This is a very precious bag, Everyone needs this bag. I love
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- December 15, 2020
Poem Dedicated to Our Parents | Offline Thinker
Poem Dedicated to Our Parents A father is a hero for his children, A mother is a sample of
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- December 14, 2020
Don’t you remember | Written by Muzeer Salam
Don’t you remember The moments we enjoyed playing game, The days we passed with toys The nights with seeing movies.
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- December 13, 2020
Parts of speech and Writer | Poem | Offline Thinker
Hay writer, I am noun which is the name of all, Whether that is a person place, thing or idea,
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- December 13, 2020
How About My Feelings? | By Shay Zarifa | Offline Thinker
It is good to be happy, To laugh with my family, It is also good to be sad, To cry
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- December 11, 2020
Alleviation | Poem by Sabi Thapa | Offline Thinker
Written by Sabi Thapa Drizzling rain on a sunny day Inebriated grey clouds swimming afloat Deceit to the eyes alleviation
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- December 11, 2020
Life is Short | Sattar Samad | Offline Thinker
Our life has changed our shadow was snatched, Everywhere all where everything was snatched, No one asks me about my
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- December 10, 2020
The man in dark well | Zameer Wafa
The man in dark well The man in the dark well, Enjoys neither dill nor thrill. He has nothing but
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- December 9, 2020
I Love You | Poetry by 8 year’s Shari Sattar
(R) for Red, Red for a rose. Rose for plants, Plants for me. Me for you, I love
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- December 8, 2020
तिमी, म अनि चिता | कविः सुजन अधिकारी
तिमी, म अनि चिता तिमी मलाई हरियो नोट देउ म तिमीलाई निलो भोट दिन्छु, मेरो भोको छोरा सोध्दैन त्यो खाना
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- December 8, 2020
O’ Mother | Poetry by Zameer wafa
O’ Mother She installs you in her womb for nine, What you demand, she gives, to get you fine. At
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- December 7, 2020
Have I ever | Poetry by Islam Abdain
Poetry by Islam Abdain Reply to the complaint from a soul. Have I ever told you how much you mean