Category: Gedicht

Amrutlal * With green ink, sometimes with red, Amrutlal would very carefully, in neat handwriting, write down his poems in a leather-bound diary. Sometimes he had a nightmare

The Isle of Light for Varavara Rao * There is an Isle of Light I will take you there It has never known iron bars Come with me

Commotion Look how your arrival has stirred up the birds of my soul . . . How just that look of you caused commotion in my mourning birds