My family, husband and our two daughters, sat at the dining room table covered with colorful plastic oilcloth, just like a real happy family in American film.
A beautiful English poem on four senses of human. We use our eyes to see the beauty and the brightness our lives, We use our ears to hear the melody and melancholy…
Till my late teens my tongue learned about a melange of south Indian dishes. Born in an orthodox Vegetarian family, my kin tried with utter wariness not to harm the animals.
In this Hindi poem, poet is requesting the wine bearer to give wine as she want to see her lover’s face in the last moments of her life