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A million years

A million years On whose shoulders perches the Eagle? Who mourns through gusts of the eastern rushing winds? A boy who grew up in dullne...

  • A haiku
    a quiet evening the clock hand moves and moves on click clickety click -- Anant Dhavale
  • A poem
    Lazy saturday evening in an English pub Reckless and young She looks beautiful In a denim jacket A girl one can fall for You go to the...
  • A sunya for you and I
    What drives us to the verges? history egregious notions of a glorious past our own delusions the sullied air we breathe in What blinds us fr...