By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say something just now, It makes me conscious of…
By: Kousik Adhikari In the colored morning of light Twenty insects hover Under the thick edge of green leaves In a wishful play, Like your coming after several storms Like you have to say something just now, It makes me conscious of…