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Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

Soft Spring

Softly whispering Satin lips undress my heart Spring gardens open

wood apple (Bael)

wood apple (Bael) (Aegle marmelos Rutaceae) P K Routray In my garden , Twelve years back I planted a sapling, A type of wood apple, Bael its name being.

Waking hedgerows

Snowdrops droop shyly, Exhausted from flaunting Their virgin whiteness. Soft, lucid primroses - Children waiting to be heard. Yellow gorse stars prick Against their dark green night.

Hillside dawn

The pale, weak sun, Re-birthed in iridescent Diamonds

My Present malice

My Present malice P K Routray When I see a baby in mother’s lap, Crying, laughing kicking with a rap, My heart burns out of jealousy, Oh mother! Take me to your lap with mercy.

Truth Water: Chapter 2 (Part One- re-edited)

Chapter 2 (Part One). Chapter 2 is too long for me to post as one chapter, so I broke it into two sections.

Truth Water: Chapter 1 (re-edited)

Chapter 1

Truth Water: Preface (re-edited)

Preface:

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