IN MEMORY OF DR M K SINHA

(A Dirge) And when the sun sets, and darkness descends We have to cross the river, No pain, no sorrow, no dirge, no lamentation.   Why do you cry, my friend? Let us be true to…

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AN OLD MAN ON A WOODEN BRIDGE

An Old Man on a Wooden Bridge An old man sat on an old wooden bridge amid the forest deep Beneath ran a hidden mossy creek, and beyond, The trees were lovely, dark and green, and…

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