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by Dev
I see everyone rushing — Rushing, tripping, running. Running for the…
Blow gently over my garden, Wind of the Southern sea, In the hour that…
This is Pankaj Chowdhury, my father's photo buddy and best friend for…
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the…
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety…
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a…
