Abhyuday (Villanelle)

    The sun had been setting softly at the bank of Daya... He, being overjoyed and basking in the victory, came out. The end of the day was casting its curtain over the field...   He holds, retraced and looked around over his victory-- The broken chariots, the carcass, the waving war flags... The … Continue reading Abhyuday (Villanelle)

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