POETRY | Meanders by Jayati Roy

More The meanders of my mind know not its banks, Transparent they are as my soul, Placid they may seem at times, The turbulence they withhold. They know not from whence they came, But the end they can foretell. Why these contours? Who can tell? Are these meanders an estuarine wonder? Or are they divinely … Continue reading POETRY | Meanders by Jayati Roy