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LAST CRY By Aruna Lakra 

Black clouds gathering in the sky The sun has bid me forever goodbye  The torrential pour will be unending As heavens smooch my breathtaking  My spirit never to rise again But I wish the world to gain By my last prose as the candle blows…

Apr 15 2019
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My Scion By Joyashree Majumder

    Scion, it’s time to move on, And make a stratagem of life. Scion, I will be invisible but visible in your vision. Scion, my beloved I will be no more with you forever My breath - My soul will surpass my corporeal. Scion,…

Mar 08 2019
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The Son Abroad By Anuradha Bhattacharyya

  Father, You had fretted and fetched A world of comforts For me when I was a child. Father, Now that I tower Above you in height, Do I hide my stature Inside a dummy Donald Amusing children in a park For a dollar an…

Mar 08 2019
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And the Chain! By Ravindra Pratap Singh

  From nature to mother  and then to me and mine proceeds nature perennial a source! Mother me my daughter and the chain, then again - wife  sisters teachers  colleagues my students  and many more- they shape me  and tend. I stand  what they shape-…

Mar 08 2019
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O Mother ! : A Daughter’s Note By Meghna Roy

  O Mother! I am rendered speechless today... The very thought of penning down the beauty of our liaison Curbs the flight of my imagination For you are the epitome of boundless love Whose existence begins where my comprehension fails... You are close enough to…

Feb 27 2019
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Menstruating the Miasma By Dr. Alka Singh

                Lines cover the body and signals around perhaps the seeds to protect or a protector to be  found.   The lust gleans its flames again to preserve to behave to nourish and to sustain, the Agnipareeksha of  desires, and the red guards on watching…

Feb 15 2019
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A Move By Dr R P Singh

    Years I spent on my terrace gilded, glittering and full bloom with a shade to catch from the far off view.   Communication and response longing for the efflorescent charm nothing dearer than that glance that I often cherished perchance .   A…

Dec 28 2018
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DALIT GIRL By Dr Mou Mukherjee Das

  I was born on a windy night- When the clock stroke twelve Under the starry sky, In a tarpaulin covered tent. Nothing new happened Nothing changed All seemed so very natural and plaintiff. A woman from some old world In shaking hands, with quivering…

Sep 25 2018
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I AM NO PALMIST By Dr. Prahallad Satapathy

  My loneliness do have a face Beautiful indeed A well-defined address Do have a birthday too I have seen it's horoscope Imprinted in a palm, delicate of course But the problem with me is that I am not a palmist! I see star studded…

Aug 26 2018
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Name Plate By Dr. Sudhansu Dash

  I tell my story in the curve of desires My life hanging on the wall Threatens to fall at any moment Living with all expired futures yet Speaking me to be a somebody In the twisted lies of letters I am designing myself to…

Jul 29 2018
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POWER AS A CRAZY APHRODISIAC  By William Warigo

  We were ever the truest of friends Eating crumbs from my mother hearth Together we fended off foes and fiends On our necks we hung each other's heart   Then I was elevated by destiny Suddenly I want drunk by the new clout I…

Jul 29 2018
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This Is Not a Poem By Manisha Manhas

  This isn't a poem if it has not been clawed upon by the edges of your bleeding heart. Not a poem if it has not filtered blood from your heart's lane to ink words on paper.   Not a poem if it has not…

Jul 29 2018
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DOPPELGANGER By Rainy Sarmistha

  Doppelganger she is called by an illusionist. It was a tale of a stormy night. She paused and started telling her story. It was starting to rain The night falls for its silent prey A knock at the door startled her instantly, She opened…

Jul 08 2018
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HAIKU By Malequl Hoque

    1    Colored murbles Treasure islands In disguise   2 Diaries Board of chess Running black & white   3 Fixed diposites Clay birds Flying   4  Warning of storm Resembles time Old gipsy   5  Dried hearts Sea-beaches with Stormy night  …

Jul 05 2018
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THE CORRIDOR By Anil Kumar Parhi

     I   I strolled Through the narrow corridor Beneath the dangling chandelier With  lights blinking like The eyes of goats Before a carnival.   I knocked at the wooden doors Geometrical spheres and angles Scribes, And metal plates with Figures of outlines of…

Jun 27 2018
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Launching of the Journal The Bhubaneswar Review Deferred

Nota Bene Launching of the Journal, The Bhubaneswar Review, deferred as we have not received enough stuffs on Short Stories/Essays/Criticisms/Translations/Book Reviews. As The Bhubaneswar Review is an International Peer Review Journal in making and as per literary journal’s standard practice, we need at least 10-15 Short…

Jun 24 2018
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MONSOON CLOUDS By Soubhagyabanta Maharana

Like migratory birds of exotic thrills the dark grey patches of clouds hovering over the dreary sky bewitch the monsoon ineffably and become crazy to touch upon the parched earth. The clouds with their vacant lots being drenched by rain-drops rejuvenate gleams and glitters of…

Jun 23 2018
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I AM TOLERANT By Vandana Bhasin

    I am a tiny fragment of this society I have been nurtured with humility I have been coached to be tolerant I have been preached perseverance   I have been tolerating all the prejudice I have discerned all the atrocities I have also…

Jun 21 2018
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A PROLONGED HOUR By Duane Locke

    The air is being searched by me. I am searching for a prolonged hour.   There are many varied hours Hiding in the atmosphere.   The hour’s favorite game Is hide and go seek.   All the hours are man-made, Thus flawed and…

Jun 19 2018
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EL GRECO By Duane Locke

    What does one do in Toledo If one’s lifelong raiment Has been an urbanite raincoat.   All the streets are ablaze. There are no cobblestones. They are aboard a ship of Columbus.   The ones who cross the streets Have scorched cuffs, And…

Jun 19 2018
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Jennifer from Albuquerque By Lilvia Soto

Jennifer from Albuquerque July 2003   For Kara Dawson   Chihuahua Cathedral, middle of July, Friday afternoon, one o'clock. Dozens of men, one or two women sit, kneel, pray.   A middle-aged man in coat and tie dips his fingertips in holy water, makes the…

Jun 19 2018
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Hour of Thorns By Lilvia Soto

      Day after day I return from the crossing, the old, the same, climb to dawn, steps slower, hope more fragile, soul more wrinkled.   And night after night the fight is renewed. It's the defenseless hour of the nameless danger that stalks…

Jun 19 2018
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MISSED OPPORTUNITY By Paul B. Roth

    Age takes hold solving questions of little interest   Inherits what no one else ever wants   Avoids any and all ends to its beginning   Never breaks its promise to death   Removes any necessity for chance     About the Author…

Jun 19 2018
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ON THE WAY By Paul B. Roth

  We squirm in a submerged world warmed by heartbeats   A world in whose ebb and flow blood washes over our brand new skins   A world through whose unseeing eyes we customize our own vision   Cry at birth from all the pain…

Jun 19 2018
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SEQUENCE By Paul B. Roth

    Make love to the dawn,   undress for the occasion   and though cold at first, let its last stars   rub your arms warm your skin draw light   from your eyes and pinpoint it inside a flower   whose orange circled…

Jun 19 2018