Manali
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An EveningA Poem by ManaliThe sky has turned a bluish grey. I hear the voices of the city - Words, music, traffic, train, And shrill laughter floating in the lane.. |
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Menon, of the MoonlightA Poem by ManaliCloud broke rank. She peeped silvery white from behind the screen. The dark disappeared. And the world slept on… A gush of.. |
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The Song of PartingA Poem by ManaliThis is an old poem. I visited the "Cellular Jail" in the Andaman Islands on the Indian Ocean, which left a lasting impression on me. |
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