Until Death Do Us Part

I am your valuable,/The Pure gold baby,/That melts to a shriek,/I turn and burn,/Do not think I underestimate your/great concern./Ash, ash/You poke and stir,/Flesh, bone,…

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Agriculture – Monsoon Blues

There are times when India looks invincible, bursting with food stocks and blessed with a government that is gungho about its workability. But the rain…

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