Monthly Archive: July 2014

rich

[Poem] Rich | Nabapallab Deka

He wanted to be rich. He wanted to be rich so desperately, that he could do anything for it. He wanted to be rich so that he did not have to think Before spending the 100 rupees in his purse....

Dying Illusions

[Poem] Dying Illusions

It’s a gloomy cloudy day; I run with all my might, There’s a Dinosaur behind me, She says everything is alright. I search for a compassionate face; The ants have closed shop, They say look even deeper, Find the first...