Who is Priya Goel

Drawn to the literary expression’s charm from a young age. When I started composing stories and poems at the age of ten, I found an entire haven within the book pages and pen strokes. I am pursuing a Bachelor’s degree in Computer Science and Engineering in this technologically advanced world, yet I always finds solace in literature. My innate knack to weave words and never-ending love for novels enable me to effortlessly bring my poetry to life, creating memories with each prose....
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Priya Goel Poems

  • A 76th Tricolour Tribute!
    Unfurling that vivid sense of pride,
    Following ahead with unmatched stride.
    Oh, what bliss these 76 long years have been,
    Till this day, today makes each eye keen. ...
  • Shooting Stars
    Starring deeply at the sky,
    A hope arose from within.
    She started counting the stars,
    One two..hundred...thousand. ...
  • Life's Exeptional Gift To Me
    Lavenders swinging by under the tree shade,
    Memories so special never to fade.
    Wind that blows swiftly by the side,
    Having made a choice to finally confide. ...
  • Exceptionally Fab (ms. Neha Arora Goyal)
    Lavenders swinging happily by the side,
    Life gave me a gift, a truly wonderful guide.
    Explicit a teacher, marvelous indeed,
    Having you here, is the best we have received. ...
  • Life Happened
    She looked up,
    For the first time in so long she smiled.
    She made a pact with life,
    Decided that yes it was time. ...
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Love 9 I Love You 9 Life 7 Sweet 7 Beautiful 5 Smile 5 Teacher 5 Awesome 5 Forget 5 Beauty 4


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Alfred Lord Tennyson Poem
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: Part 073
 by Alfred Lord Tennyson

So many worlds, so much to do,
So little done, such things to be,
How know I what had need of thee,
For thou wert strong as thou wert true?

The fame is quench'd that I foresaw,
The head hath miss'd an earthly wreath:
I curse not nature, no, nor death;
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