Mongpu and Rabindra Jayanti

Even as the mists over Mungpoo lifted, In a riot of colours the hills erupted. The ancient wizard, rapt in his game, Not a care in the world, no worry to his name. Sitting here, as I peer into the past, As ever the sun and the clouds flit past. How many kingdoms rose and …

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