The Prelude
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1.3KPoetryA Hanging Bridge and Other Poems- Ewelina Maria Bugajska-Javorka
A Hanging Bridge It was a dream or may be a reality, A hanging bridge and the truth on it. Raised high...
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901PoliticsPOPULISM AND STATE OF WORLD POLITICS- Tamanna Khosla
“There are more ideas on earth than intellectuals imagine. And these ideas are more active, stronger, more resistant, more passionate than “politicians”...
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866PoetryTHE FOOLISH, THE WISE, THE VIRGIN-S.L.Luna
Unblemished, white as snow Looking at the mirror Do you see yourself in glory? Or it’s just a vision Of your double...
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5.4KResearch PapersSocial Exclusion as a Recurring Theme in Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi’s Short stories: An Overview-Abid Ali
Table of Contents Recommendations: Table of Contents: Abstract: Introduction: Literature Review: Theoretical Framework: Discussion and Analysis: Conclusion: References: Abstract: In this dissertation,...
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646PoetryNext Friday-Mudassir Ahmad Thokar
It will happen soon then EndOf these painful memoriesFilled in orgoglio’s denThe moon and sun will bow downAnd the triumph be blownThe...
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888PoetryEULOGY OF TEARS(Chadwick Baseman’s Tribute)-Benyeakeh Miapeh
Asleep against Earth, In the whiskey dark, Earthly time has stopped, Existence deletes, Slide the blade across your face, Totally gone blank,...
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841PoetryA little Star in Clay-Maria Mukhtiar
Sobbing and working all the day, I took back my hands from the clay, looking at the setting sun, I wished a...
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8.8KResearch PapersAn Exploration of Alter-ego in Fiction: A Psychoanalytic Study of Selected Short Stories of Jorge Luis Borges-Aqsa Waris
Table of Contents: Abstract: Introduction: Literature review: Theoretical framework: Discussion and Analysis: Conclusion: References: Abstract: This paper will analyse the study...
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748PoetryThe Song,Unsung-Fathema Begum
She was a lady busy as a bee, And spilled her sweat till the sun sank, In its own bloody blood in...
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9311PoetryIts Time to Sit Together-Aurangzeb Wattoo
Its time to sit together and, we the people, are sitting in our front-yard, stretched to the ends of our home. Our...