mailsA Poem by poddar kushalMails What time is it in U.S? I am at this side of world Bowed before roaring sea, Thousands of miles in between, My fingers fumble on keys. Go ether! Carry my words To a friend from timeless truth. Waters of same shade currents, Waves and waves commingles, Nations obliterate in The mist of minds sending mails The truths change accordingly.
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14 Reviews Added on February 20, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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