Kavygaan School STD : 6 Poem Application ( Kavita App )

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Kavygaan School Poem ( Kavita ) Application

Poem Application : Kavygaan App is most useful for children studying in std 1 to 8.Within this app, Kavita about Gujarati,English and Hindi have been placed.

Kavygaan School Poem ( Kavita ) Application
Kavygaan School Poem ( Kavita ) Application

Welcome to the Kavygaan (Kavita) app.

Kavita in Gujarati

This app will give you all the poems of the school.

Within this app, poems about Gujarati, English and Hindi have been placed.

Kavygaan App is most useful for children studying in std 1 to 8 of Gujarat.

The biggest benefit of this app is that since the poem of this app is mp3, it can be heard anytime anywhere.

All the poems in standard 1 to 8 are placed inside this app.

This app contains child-related elementary school songs, national anthems and songs performed during the program at the school.

Kavita Hindi Me 

This app is available for free on the Play Store.

Kavygaan School Poem
Kavygaan School Poem

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Poem: Mother Going Gone
A literary work will hold mysteries additional simply than any factual timeline. In a rush of breath and syllables, someone lives and departs, is gone without being gone, diminished then departed, but reappearing always, unexpectedly, in indelible ways. In “pray ME to keep eager,” the collection in which this poem appears, Ellen Doré Watson is a master of the spontaneous moment, the merging and blending of consciousness, the delicious difficulties of relationships and questions rising from an intensified experience. Selected by Naomi Shihab Nye By Ellen Doré WatsonYear after year you keep on being gone, gone after years and years of going, of marginal, mute, vacant, of breathing, and then, within minutes, a shy descent, some huffs and stutters, and a hushing to waxen, no, to stone-gone, finally unloosed(to our tired, to our relief) to revisit us — gleeful, earnest, jigging you, who I wear on my left pinky, on my worn face, all through the fading, the warm forgettable grief, the still water of it, until my own tides’ tugging, morning’s horror-mirror, rude singleton-time, its skeletal, long view of the hurtling, the way the body speaks of it, first one syllable then two, and you still gone, and him here, ancient, healthy, walls of all-he-is inching inward, leaving him small and dawdling.

Naomi Shihab Nye is that the 2019-21 Young People’s laureate of the Poetry Foundation, Chicago. Ellen Doré Watson teaches at Smith school and has translated a dozen poetry collections from Portuguese. Her most recent book of poems is “pray me to stay eager” from Alice James Books, published last year.

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