My River July 3, 2021August 1, 2021 Amanita Sen Unmarred by clouds of fear of an impending strife, for you refuse to reflect them on your rippling self, I gently call you, “My own river!”
Tugs May 26, 2021May 24, 2021 Amanita Sen I feel like turning back and sit on my knees, look at it full-eyed and be all ears to the words.