THE CREATURES OF DHARA

A grey village near Delhi, no birds, no wind.The earth had not died. She had just stopped humming.Dadi, why don't the peepal leaves move anymore?Amira digs and finds a glowing seed pulsing like a hear...

Kanav AroraI am not a poet by profession, but by heart. I write what I feel, what I live, and what I cannot always say out loud. This book is a piece of my heart that I am sharing with you. Thank you for holding it.