In Calcutta (Arun Mitra Poems)
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
Calcutta beckons meIn familiar names,Calls me close in the midst of anonymous crowdOn an intense, familiar bent,I fall back on ...
In my hand there's no magic boxAll my sport is of rubbing face in dust and sandAll my game is ...
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