Upon Dyna Bridge

It was noon, but the rays mellow and soft! Let’s stand awhile on Dyna Bridge, dear, under which River Torsha moaned meandering naked, unabashed!   Timid rays fell on its sickle body, and It gleamed, and…


A Forsaken Woman

Her man stole a neighbourhood girl, And went Arunachal a long ago, When Munni crawled in her Belly, swollen to burst.   She lived at a hut, And toil at day at lush green fields Plucked…


A Poet of Rampur

“Hey poet! Why do you look so sad? Searching seven heavens you bring home a queen at last. Be happy, and enjoy forever life of conjugal bliss.” I commended. The poet eyed me with a queer…


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