By A.K. Ramanujan Or listen to the clocktowersOf any old well-managed city beating their gongs round the clock, each slightlyoff the others’ time, deeper or …
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Love Poem For A Wife I
By A.K. Ramanujan Really what keeps us apartat the end of years is unsharedchildhood. You cannot, for instance,meet my father. He is some yearsdead. Neither …