You flame of the forestI urge you to engulf againin a bhikshu rapture, fillingfulfilling my barren......

I – A City without Cats There were no cats in the city I was born......

The children of the poor point finger guns at the sky,chasing fighter jets barefooted,across a barren......

I will see people’s faces changeWhen I tell them who I amI will hear my neighbours......

Soil writes everything down; it uses dirt,the slaked faithfulness of water mixed with wet earth,grains, pebbles,......

For eight hours, they search his house,help themselves to the breadthat sits crumbling on the table.They......

Underappreciated by those to whomall herbs, plants, roots and tubers are medicinal,Aloo doesn’t get along with......

The world is split. Blocks and brackets. Sects and silos. Each with a checklist of do’s-and-don’ts.......

The Forest I Know is Kala Ramesh’s in the genre of the Tanka....

The doorbell buzzed. The American doctor got up to open the door of his room at......