#NaPoWriMo #April 1
April stirs the earth from sleep
A whisper in the morning deep
Birds chirp and buds unfold
Seems like dream while I sit
But why it gives a sting to me
Is it for you not with me ?
The tea we took on the terrace
Now don’t have the flavour
Everything feels bland now a days
I feel ruined and am dragging aimless.
Where Rivers Meet. ********************* He stood at the edge of the boat at Sangam,pressing the urn
I am Hirakud Dam. My birth is from river and ambition.Born of stone ,concrete, and
O Dr.Sampad Mohapatra’s writings on Save the Earth programme had made him famous across the globe.He