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a poem on love, beauty,death.
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6th February 2019
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A DAWN SERENE
A dawn in winter, And the sun’s first rays Glowed the stubble-field. Yonder a hundred herons, Milk white, Basked on a treetop. From fig leaves Dew sparkled. Street deserted, And the Bhutan hills,…
5th January 2019
NO SICKNESS OF THE CITY
It was sunset lone The sky deep orange, and the birds lined For homecoming, and lazily they gleamed. Thirteen peasants angling, their eyes fixed to baits, And beside half a dozen half-naked children dirtying in…
16th October 2018
I SELL FLESH NO MORE
Gone were the days When men swarmed her hut, And passed metamorphic nights. She was a peerless beauty, Tall and stout, and an elusive broad smile Always stuck her. Body shapely and muscular,…
8th September 2018
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…
23rd July 2018
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…
7th July 2018
“KUNJNAGAR”
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 droplets began falling. The birds went home and stopped their songs…
10th May 2018
