Authorz: Braja K Sarkar

All roads not always go To Rome, but a few Divert to the grass-lands and Some have nowhere to go, And run through the blood…

Sometimes I am tired Of my shadow. When I was born, he was Also born with me. I have come to know The secrets of…

At last, I was left alone! But I am not lonely. A promise lies broken in An empty room… There is a whisper of rain…

I keep myself wake up as You are sleeping in my heart! I build a statue of my dreams, Day by day Little by little.…