Author: Vijay Munshi


Poem: Yet

********************************************************************************************************************* Had I known, instead I would have returned plucked the memory put it aside its roots destroyed; yet when it rains the plucked roots grow and I Remember You. *********************************************************************************************************************


To the river ‘GANGA’: On Grandfather’s Death

The poet of this wonderful poem had a great affection for his grandfather. He wrote these lines in Haridwar, while completing the final rites of his beloved grandfather *********************************************************************************************************************** Mother… I have come a...

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Poem: The pursuit of happiness

The pursuit of happiness is ongoing. Never before, has it evaded us in so many ways as now. Market forces have created a new industry, complete with all paraphernalia, to address this need. Yet...