Author: Prena subba
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Left in the Pages
The door was half opened as I reached my house, it was quite odd that mum reached home earlier than us. Usually it would be mum to lock the door in the morning and I would tediously be home to unlock the door by the evening and wait for her to return from office. And…
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My first love was ‘loneliness’
when people ask me who was my first love, i reply ‘loneliness’ and then there a miserable silence in both of our lips. they usually leave in an awe—quite unaware how someone can actually love something as horrible as loneliness. some think it’s a lie because i regret my first love. i just like to…
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a prose on international women’s day
i am privileged to live in a world upheld by a billion women, where each of them comes together to weave another billion life and pass down the magic before they leave. i am far privileged to be a girl child with the choice of her own freedom that my grandmothers could not have in…
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I wonder if you ever wake up one morning and decide to wear your flaws that has been sitting neatly folded underneath your courage. I wonder if you ever stare at your body, and fall in love it, like as if it is the finest form of art you have ever seen. But i know…
Prena Poetry 