Rain stopped at once
bitter songs of wild-plants stopped.
Songs have departed silently... more »
Green are forests
Green was my childhood.... more »
- Sabina 'Sindhu'
The ink bottle, it was empty.
The Pen, it wanted to swallow ink
The ink and the pen... more »
An old woman,
Her stories I still remember
Gorgeous stories I gormandised... more »
Although rose is red... or yellow,
my eyes are with tears
No rose blooms on my cheek
And no dropp can quench my thirst... more »