Lost Hymn and Hibiscus

To My Dida (Gran’ma)… The plot is there but the house had been rebuilt. No one chant hundred and eight names of Krishna rounding the house anymore in the morning; and collect flowers for the morning puja. The plants are there maybe; last time I saw them, I touched them was two years ago. They…

Fossil

National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#23: Today…