The world's end can never be reached
by means of traveling through the world,
Yet without reaching the world's end,
there is no release from suffering.
Therefore, truly, the
KESHAB SIGDEL (Nepal)
City and the Dreams
My city
Doesn’t have a face of its own;
Innumerable faces
Get painted to it every day,
And each new collage
Make a transient new
Anantha Sundaram
Again, Small Bang
I
Something blew me down
Face up? — I cannot tell.
I, tree, not of face kind
lay wondering if it was
another limb that slew me
Saurav Saikia (Assamese) FOOTBALL SUN Like a spring morningThe footballcame flying and entered the ovary of the flowerSaid –Would build my abode here. Would you spare a
