Ode to a Poetess

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Ode to a Poetess came into being during the lockdown. It's during the brimming rains of August when I felt the necessity that we, women need our very own platform where we can share our thoughts in literature, as is,unaltered. This is a only women portal that welcomes all format of literature, art and celebrates it's creator, the woman who's unique, who is art herself! _Monroe Gogoi Phukan Founder of Ode to a Poetess.
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Pen by Diya Baral

Today I wrote a poem With a pen. Maybe it was totally blue ink… Or, it was totally black ink… Or, other colourful inks… I didn’t know. Whatever it was,...

जहाँ सीता, वहीं राम by Navratra

जहाँ सीता,वहीं राम क्या राम आयेंगे तो सब बदल जायेंगे? हर महिला में सीता माता देख पायेंगे? अपने अंदर के रावण को हरायेंगे, या उद्घाटन के बाद फिर...

Adieu…Adieu! by Diya Baral

We are like Vladimir and Estragon, Busy in bidding adieu to The powerful landowner: Pozzo! By saying, “Adieu, Adieu!” In the end of boring Act-I, One and only thing is...

Skeleton Skin by Monobina Nath

Peeling off my apple skin in winter star. curtain embraced me to see- my scars. so, I'm holding my heart at window grilles- to color, to ornament the shapes of wind- that...

That “Special” Ordinary Day by Navratra.

What should I ask for, When my birthday is knocking on the door? I’ll get lots of love and blessings, And tons of gifts for sure! A new...

On My Dinner Plate by Monobina Nath.

If I could refrigerate my happiness into containers then, I would place it in my deepest lake, in my microwave to warm it, to place on my dinner...

As Gospel by Emalisa Rose

The circus of sandpipers takes off, come September though some will remain. Today is a rain day. We forfeit the last suns of summertime. Sand crafted figurines etch-a-sketch, wave warriors in receipt...

Luggage of Life by Mohini Tiwary

As Time pass By The "luggage " becomes heavy for thy Some might fall with its weight In twenties or in their forties. The Luggage mostly...

White speck box of love by Monroe Gogoi Phukan

My love blows sea-ward, I am not the waters of a sea. Torn shoe that sipped the dirt of fate, And let the wind polish my mistakes! Arch...