The wind brought down this yellow:
petals littering
the garden, the Maruti’s windshield.
The rain shreds petals, leaves
sticky splotches.
Armed with a rag, Ram Niwas
...A virtual route of creative and cultural exchange
Places
New Delhi, India
Contributors: Abhay K., Kandala Singh
« "I have never felt salvation in nature. I love cities above all." » —Michelangelo
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I am the city of cities. A city of invaders, conquerors merchants, immigrants–– they twinkle on my... media_text
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Bare to the bone in tattered garb freshness of adolescence on my face I stand amidst the traffic, bouquets of roses in my tender hands–– red, yellow, pink and white, ... media_text
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My diwali thali has pink bougainvillea petals, fallen banyan leaves, tiny cracked twigs, gathered from this bend in your road, once an entire country to me. ... media_text
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It is widely accepted that the greatest literature is born when cultures, civilizations or worldviews come together. This often happens in case of diplomat-poets who often find themselves in exotic milieus, novel... media_text
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