Hindi Kavita, Hindi Poems of famous poets | Hindwi
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Ongoing, First published Oct 29, 2021
Emergence of vernaculars is one of the remarkable linguistic trends of the ongoing digital era.  But, languages don't just pop out of thin air. They carry with them a legacy that never gets old. It is de facto fresh as new at all stages of their being, in the form of their particular literature. One could almost say that given a literary character, they are an antidote to time. Issuing from the last phases of the Prakrit language, Hindi literature is not only an exalted museum of about a thousand years, but also it is a joyous pilgrimage to the very heart of Here and Now. 
With a staggering rise in the number of Hindi readers, several spaces have appeared on the internet in a bid to cater to the rising demand, but none as vast and authentic as 'Hindwi' &lt;www.hindwi.org&gt; that currently has a collection of more than 15,000 verses of over 750 poets- ranging from the antiquity to the contemporary.
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱���𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 cover
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Midnight Poetry  cover
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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. PURCHASE "MELANCHOLIC MUSE" ON AMAZON! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.