
MY VILLAGERS
I love you, You are so good! You pledge your life For a square meal, Day you toil and night You sleep and populate, Evening
I love you, You are so good! You pledge your life For a square meal, Day you toil and night You sleep and populate, Evening
Gone were the days When men swarmed her hut, And passed metamorphic nights. She was a peerless beauty, Tall and stout, and an elusive
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
A twilight scene at Kadambini Tea Estate planted long long ago by the colonial masters. Birds sang, the sun sank, and tribal men went hutwards.
At Kunjanagar beside the potholed street stood I at blazing sunset lone. The orange cloudlets scattered the western horizon. Slowly evening descended, and tiny dew