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Winter Kamala Das It smelt of new rains and of tender Shoots of plants- and its warmth was the warmth Of earth groping for ro...

Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,        Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus expr...