A poet-rascal-clown was born, The frightened child who would not eat Or sleep, a boy of meager bone. He never learned to fly a kite,…

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I nodded,…

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna Loved her for the last time and left… That night in her husband’s arms, Radha felt So dead…

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or…

Hum hain iske malik, Hindostan hamara. Pak watan hai qaum ka, jannat se bhi pyara… Ye hai hamari milkiyat, Hindostan hamara. Iski ruhaniyat se roshan…

Part- (|) Eagles cartwheeled above illuminations Of Independence Day, the dogs sniffed at The electric bulbs which sizzled like fat - The tall grass the…

PART-1 Movement, sure. Millions moving From that side to this side, From this side to that side, and back again sometimes, Across the thoughtful movement…