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Presence of Absence Art Show
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mystery that is mind
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poems from the poetry chain
1 Mind may not heed Wants no advice On what it should think. Some stupid thoughts Some serious ones That can make the usual life Flow off course Trying to meet the unusual. Among leaves it searches for Hidden mangoes ripe Moonstones it tries to find Amidst ordinary pebbles. Then Mind makes a great discovery…
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The Eternal Mahatma
The Eternal Mahatma (Gandhian Philosophy) by Sherin Mary Zacharia published in Setu bilingual magazine in november 2023 The world seeks a fine thread to string together, the diverse beads. A unique story is there to lead for his nation’s freedom it did plead. Keeping his strategies to become a model unprecedented, unheard of, a bloodless…
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Mithramaya and me
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PINK PETALS
https://www.thewiseowl.art/sherinmary-zacharia?fbclid=IwAR139952pgXen9dMujMDbiaeGKhc9TtixecPMBjduMZfrqXoeL87S6IVXj4 Pink petals Water hesitates to come in fears the merciless sun will soon turn her into vapour. Breeze too busy to pause spend some time here whirling the island has little news to share. Pain filled the pink bright flower the lonely blossom on the lonely island. Shrubs invited no birds or bees Thorns…
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SILENT DESTRUCTION
Spreading through the soil towards their destination they wait for that moment. Now is that time! To engage in selfless toil. Creeping in one by one into the monumental structure it is now their dinner! Nobody saw them get in No one had watched their work booming Nobody had any idea of their plans. Web…
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LOVE anthology
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Farewell
Return to my shade Oh my dear! Quiet lies beneath it a world. Move away not! Spend some more time with me This afternoon it is sweltering hot. Road ahead is rough Path you traversed was tough Wait under my canopy green A flowing river away can be seen A swing on the branch for…
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Freedom
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