Author: Sudha Mukhopadhyay

There seems to be a change in the weather,It’s the movement of the wind that I hear,The flowers are abloom

Childhood was amazing, so was the surrounding,Family members were many and we were all merry,School had a ground where I

There once was a man of few possessions, Who had lived a life of sheer innocence, He was a man

It is that time of the year,When we yearn for our family near,I speak for us who are far far

When we get used to living in a desert That sees all the four seasons on this earth, We see HOPE

The Pelican and stork…the flamingo and crane,These are  some migratory birds that I can name,The subject, needless to say, is

There is going to be work,The usual work for all,Try to unbusy yourself,To answer a friend’s call. We all have