Dam in her soul broke.
Trees, homes, roads, awash like twigs,
waves decimating.
Is nature angry?
Rivers, a blazing fury.
Mankind stands humbled.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Winter’s Feathered Dance
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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