I get to write
If I don’t feel bad about it
It’s very enjoyable
And sit on a moss banked river
Canopied green
Scraped by ever flowing
Water falling down mountains
It’s ours, it’s no one else’s
No one else has a choice
It’s ours.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Blogging about Culture, Equity, and the Arts since 2013
Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Seeking Truth
:to put to death (as by hanging) by mob action without legal approval or permission
Writing Art
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