By Arun Kolatkar these five hillsare the five demonsthat khandoba killed says the priest’s sona young boywho comes along as […]
By Arun Kolatkar The is no story behind it.It is split like a second.It hinges around itself. It has no […]
By Agha Shahid Ali Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox,my home a neat four by six inches. I always loved neatness. […]
By Alfred Lord Tennyson Break, break, break,On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!And I would that my tongue could utterThe […]
By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day. […]