Dirge Sung by a Hindu
Dear Lord: To what curséd exodus Do you send us next? The Dark months of monsoon eat away At the weary memories of my predecessors; And the ravaged hopes of my progeny sink Deeper in the muds of confusion – A More...
Dear Lord: To what curséd exodus Do you send us next? The Dark months of monsoon eat away At the weary memories of my predecessors; And the ravaged hopes of my progeny sink Deeper in the muds of confusion – A More...