A man lives for a certain span. But a poet is immortal. He always alive through his writings. Yes, I am a poet with lots of imperfections. But proud to be.... Read Full Biography of Sudatta Dash
Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.