Tag masaan poem
While I lie down on a rocky ground by the river of Ganga at banaras A train approaches the bridge ahead of my sight Which reverberates in rhythm of your poem I failed to understand Since the wheel of bus… Continue Reading →
While I lie down on a rocky ground by the river of Ganga at banaras A train approaches the bridge ahead of my sight Which reverberates in rhythm of your poem I failed to understand Since the wheel of bus… Continue Reading →
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