O, LOVELY TREES

O, lovely trees! In winter you shed And in spring you bloom   In hot summer days Under your shade Peasants rest, birds carouse.   Or in some dusky days Lovers caress each And distant dream.…

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CHILDREN OF THE FOREST

  Are you the children of the forest? Else what are you doing amid The bare, old, ghost trees?   Orphans you are not, For, there is no orphanage here. Multiple resorts, hotels, guest-houses Steal your…

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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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A BURNING PYRE

The scene was magnificent. A pyre was burning and the peasants, all drunk, were chanting bolo hari, hari bol; bolo hari, hari bol. Some were crying loud, some were sobbing, some sat terribly silent. It was…

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