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Narrado por:
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Anshu Johri
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Anshu Johri
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A poetry collection in Hindi.
Please note: This audiobook is in the Hindi language.
©2017 Anshu Johri (P)2018 Anshu Johri
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Beautiful Hindi Poetry
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I lived each poem. I was in that dot that was aspiring to be a line, in that space which is expansive but it is it’s own limit. I was in that existence defining happiness the writer speaks of. I drowned in the river which is stagnant for it has no flow. The poetess so sharply speaks of shapelessness of real freedom. The rootless tree that morphs into dry leaves collecting raindrops or the flight of the stone vs. that of wings. One is destined to rise and the other fated to fall.
The poetess harnesses words so beautifully, they become the very feeling they are attempting to express. Her rhythm , her charged narration draws you into absolute surrealism yet it’s Reality she talks about.
Writing has attained its purpose if it reaches beyond the writer’s very existence, physical and metaphysical. These poems are an organism much larger than any poet or single entity.
In giving this review , I am not ‘Giving’ at all. I am ‘Taking’ the depth of feelings stirred in me by the writer’s words and cradling them within me forever.
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