The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
In the splendour of Night
Why are we chasing mirages always
The Ferris Wheel goes round and round
Thank you to, my friends, all
The bare tree with leaves again
If I were God, what would I do?
Why hold back tears let them fall
Living It Is, Indeed, An Art
A cold now seeps into my once- solid bones
I am here – will I be there?
South Asia Monitor