Comments about Ravindra Chauhan
Now amid green not any sear tree.
Not creatures peculiarity of men amazes me.
Deed, dealing but tongue is identify of man.
Another waxes one's hide to receive love.
Bang! Bang! the birds flutters off above.
All boys are bungalow girl like tenant.
A bungalow sans tenant hunted by ghosts.
Brick by clay so home over earth not in air.
My rose is off for plucking rose as bouquet.
Wow! A moon looking at moon in the Night.
No tarring for mate if gold is before thy eye,
Let's make good deed to serve our old folk.
One has to spend the...