dappled bloody sheet and nineteen lakh bodies floating to the asphalt shores of Brahmaputra- naked and filled. Birds flying away, leaves falling cold sun setting low, moon bent till toe homes painted grey, heart- dead fay indians-moments ago, now far away. how shall one be in solitude in war? how shall one be happy in sorrow? if hunger seeks[Read More...]
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