The author is a Delhi-based business leader and poet
We never need read the Scriptures
It's all about ego and military might
Is this the end of Globalisation
If Sunshine eludes you then be your
Twilight, that time between sunset and nightfall
The Morning Sun, that intrepid Ball of Fire
In the dark abyss of the night
How green was my valley;
As I look up at the sky
Why am I White not Yellow, Brown or Black
South Asia Monitor