The Rising Sun
The Rising SunThe rising sun ascends from the pond, in a tangle of lightâUpon the indolent Simul...
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O Tree, Keep Counting the Days
O TreeâCentury on echoing century,when your leaves ignite their dance,a frenzied rhythm on the...
The Hosiery Factory and Nirupama of Ratimnagar
The blue, exquisite sky rests its face upon the drunken breast of the pond.The spring morningâ like...
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Simika, The Stranger in the Machang House
Poetry Simika, a stranger within the machang eaves, holds the Panchchuli mountains with an...
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