"Writers' Block"

14 Apr, 2022

Nothing makes sense.And my memory often gets scattered,like leaves blown out by autumnal winds.

My firm resolve to do something tangible is lost in the whiff of rumours.I'm content to carry

my private hell into quotidian life. My words fumble and falter,and lose their accent,

not above shattering. I know there's light, but I can't reach out to. I'm content to simply carry them away by emotional baggage from one

season to another thinking that rubble would become shrine.

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Rtd Professor of English. Had published six books of poetry both in India and in the US. He had been a director of research, and has published umpteen research papers. Written six books of poetry which were published both in India and in the US. Recipient of a medal and a silver moment from the US. He had been a research director, and as many as researchers received doctoral degrees who worked with him. anthologies of poetry, both in India and the US. Had been a research director, and published umpteen research papers. His accomplishments had brought him a medal and a silver cup from the US. hed six collections of poetry,He had been the Research Director.Had published umpteen books and research papers. articles..