Blow gently over my garden, Wind of the Southern sea, In the hour that…
by Dev
This is Pankaj Chowdhury, my father's photo buddy and best friend for…
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail And pour the…
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety…
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we…
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a…
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire.…
