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"There's always something about the firsts".. One of my poems got published in an International Anthology edited by Jean LeBlanc and christened "A World Rediscovered".. My first Anthology :) Now available at the stores of Flipkart and Amazon too at . Published by Cyberwit and Edited by Jean LeBlanc

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My review -


A lovely compilation of great works, it is. Poets of all over the world have contributed their best works to the anthology and created a new world for the reader, rediscovered in true sense. You can just sit in a corner and read the book for the whole day feeling the emotions of each poet in each poem, entirely unrelated yet not detaching from one another. A must buy for the poetry lovers.








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  1. My heartiest congratulations to you Sanhita.

    Wish you many more ahead.

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    1. haha.. thanks and wish you the very same :)

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  3. Ah! Good good. Keep going. Cheers!

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