Poems January 13, 2023 Ramu Das Leave a comment I have seen the road of grime and grease But now I stand between the crisscross of the trees; The air is crisp; the birds seem at ease, And, for the time being, I, too, find my peace. Copyright © 2023 RAMU DAS Share this:WhatsAppFacebookTwitterLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestMoreTelegramLike this:Like Loading...