BY THE RIVER BANK

By the river bank At the forest edge The sun goes down.   Water turns gold, And sky orangey.   Columns of white herons Perch on a tall tree top For the night’s caress.   Soon…

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A VISIT TO MUNDAPARA

Between the Jaldapara forest and the village lay an acre of land, cultivated, furrowed, unweeded. Yards had patches of all sorts of vegetables, maize, and tall lean betel nut trees. Men and women still working on…

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