Like Flamingos,
I do not know
If we are in a vacant place
Or in crowded avenue,
Like Flamingos,
I only know
Here you are
And so am I,
And ahead us
There is only a sky.
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The State Funeral
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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That boat of Madhu the boatman Is left tied at the ghat of Rajganj No one is taking it As it is filled with jute raw; If they would give... -
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th... -
What had made Brahm to compose Such a tune, with such poise? What comforting idea made him To put music into such a rhythm? What inexpre...
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