Comments about Anurag Kumar
A Page From My Diary
Eco of an ego fades into the night.
I can feel disappearance of an eerie mournful sound.
I can feel the flight of birds past me.
Firefly glows in death of night.
A shooting star disappears from my sight.
Helpless, I crumble to the ground.
There is no life in this garden.
No flower bloomed tonight.
No moon appeared in the sky.