Author: Naveen Das

Invisible in my Dream

In a dream, I found myselfIn a village, colourful and brightWhere Tamil was the language spokenAnd peasants danced with delight. The streets were narrow, houses closeEach one a masterpiece in paintColours matching nature’s beautyGreen like mango leaves, so quaint. Red,…

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