name gameA Poem by poddar kushalName game
It was not his name really. He may have any other. Yet his presence, eloquent, Delightful and ever green Shimmers like an imp in space. It disappears but remains true. Like those scripts, futile without A mind to conjure them up In a word of its reflection. His name remains true to them Who believes it to be truth.
© 2008 poddar kushalReviews
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1 Review Added on May 7, 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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