The Farmers’ Plea

Hey brethren, why did nothing change for us? Why are we always at square one? Why has the goddess of wealth Never showered her prosperity towards us? How is it that though everyone here Who eat their full due to the toil…
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When the Babies Reached

When God was packing babies, To be sent to earth, A baby said, "Give me parents, Who would await my arrival, Where I would be away, From war, strife and anxiety, Where I would have, An extended family, To care for me, Even if…
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Go—Going…Gone

Rani somehow managed to get into the train and secure a safe place to stand. Traveling in Mumbai locals is like being in a basket of sardines. No matter how well dressed you are, you end up looking like having had a tussle with someone.…
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