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TO FEEL HER TOUCH
Entrapped I am in the mirage of love,
Waiting desperately for her response.
The mellow hands,touched by the clouds-
and adorned with eternal softness,
Attracts mine soul--To feel her touch.
The beauty of her dainty lips-
heightened by a diastema at the right,
Allures mine lips--To feel her touch.
Even, the eyes, which I think meant for an angel,
Feel ashamed and hides when she smiles.
The scintillate strands of hair curving round her cheeks,
Covering the forehead and ending at the neck,
Attracts mine soul--To feel the touch.
The love flinging out of her bosoms
Tempts my love--To feel her touch
Frightened I am of my outer darkness,
Yet having a bright inner self.
I know she shall never touch her,
But my love is pure--it choose naught but Eternity.
Hope I could confess to YOU........
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What is VICTORY when everything is lost?
The foggy field glanced before mine eyes
With all my fright I searched for twinkling flies.
But down in the meadow, there was grass with dew,
Shivering in the cold with hopes very few.
Surrounded by the ice-capped mountains they stood,
Each wearing armor and his hood.
The last of the fire danced in the chilling air
A hollow sound echoed in my ears-“FIRE”.
Each of the men mounted on their steed
With daggers and shields, trying to take the lead.
Dust and dew all swirled around,
With a bizarre boost they started running aground.
Miles away from here, they mingled with the opposite tide,
For hours went on the stride and I tried to hide.
I saw the tides of different shade,
But at last, everything was red.
The sound of clash gradually faded,
Stream of blood moved without being obstructed.
When the fancy went away in frost,
I thought-“What is VICTORY when everything is lost?”
Debjit Dutta,16 years
For the contest Foreign War
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Art
Art is the mirror of life,
...the reflection of our deeds-
But it's not exactly life!
It is the hope to survive
Art is hidden in the nature
Rather nature is art,
And the sky the canvas....
Painted with white creatures.
Art is the inner feelings of the creator,
...the country road for the lonely.
It may be the carvings on stone,
...the buzzing of the drone.
So, wake up your art...
From your heart within
Art is not only a painting-
It's your ability to do something.
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