Saroj Padhi Quotes

MONSOON RIVER IN SPATE RUSHES AHEAD IN WILD HASTE FOR THE MERGER WITH HER SOULMATE

We're rowing a leaking boat in a surging river seized by fear of drowning under an ominous moon!

When Light wriggling through thick foliage fails to flash on the dark in heart stark of a yearning rivulet, a poem is born.

The bleeding fingers of a lovelorn black Night end up scribbling million nicknames of the Moon in crimson chest of the Dawn.