By Oindrila Ghosal You surely do not have a label,Sticking to your neckOr a bunch of directionsLeading to where you may be found.You do not stand in the way of sun raysOr come rushing across the wild grasses,No song of wind blows through your hair,No broken fetters 'round your wrists.Often, I had seen you make … Continue reading To the one called home
Academy of the Heart And Mind 