Anush Gupta Biography

Tung, the music of
a bell rings,
when I see the hills
yonder and the monastery.
...

she was coming back
home, children were
awaiting her.
They were playing cards,
...

Wi-fi catches me
and my laptop and
desktop, my lab.
Only the sound of
...

I sweat,
tired,
anyhow
go upstairs.
...

After the first April shower,
you evaporated like the
magician's pigeon.
And the next entrant
...