POEM

A land, black and white,
It always shows a bright side.
We envision Victory and Success,
My strategies, plans and progress.

The Cicada’s Song

Forlorn and bereft
She sits waiting for the unknown

The cicadas call
Crickets sing the lonesome song

Fear Not Anurita Hazarika My daughter,Sleep doesnt trustMy veins burst,My ribs break. My knuckles crackA Shadow bumpsOn my breast it

The Evening Tale Dr. Preetinicha Barman​ The stories never end, Past mixed with the fanciful present adds an extra charm