Nights after days, days after nights, must run That's the stepping truth on a ladder's rung; We go up, further up, that we may down To the zero ground as a circus clown. Repeating the same sho...
Welcome, welcome, little Two Thousand Nine , How tender, soft are thine clothes and fine , Thou art as if the Babe in the Manger, Since shoot out from thee glory and grandeur . We are all the ...
He was then among us.When asked,`How would you distinguish between a wife and a husband?'the literary OBE Dr Nirad C Choudhuri,then in Oxford,retorted in his usual native strain of humour,`It's like t...