POETRY

The dead voice of history collected in shells  -Fading with

The Colour of our minds What if crows were white,

The winter nights are soothing over the dried lakes of

Dispirited and unhappy Into the woods, I went. To avoid

Composed by: Merry Baruah, Poet, Author, Academic, Guwahati, Assam, India 

Composed by: Zerine Wahid, Guwahati Assam, India A poem that

Tonight I am a Bedouin Nomad steps across Sand dunes

The Six Seasons was an attempt to capture not just

Composed by: Rubina Devi, UG, 2nd Sem, English Hons, Cotton