Anita Sehgal (Delhi)
Biography of Anita Sehgal
Not Mine, Not Mine!
An imagery haunts for days.
Like whisperings in the wind
They settle on the clouds of my mind.
Slowly they connect...
And a chain of words reveals itself.
Poems dedicated to my Guru
I plummeted the depths of my mind
to give words to my feelings
It was with Thy touch
That like shells on the shore
They came of their own accord.
Anita Sehgal's Works:
Published book on the Bankers Service Regulations.
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what is it?
He had no flesh to clothe his bones.
No strength to drag this frail bag.
A terrible anguish fills my heart....
Why does he suffer so?
What tremendous burden does he carry?
That does not snap the body from the soul.