The sun-photographer It is this luminosity, my dear, Of the gilded leaves in the sun The magic eye promptly catches A silver flicker, a yellow transience. A palliative to the chemical pain In variously knotted entrails and The reddish tinge in eye-whites. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Office EntertainmentA senior bureaucrat in a public sector organization was asked if he was willing to take the very attractive V.R.S. option as he had just 5 years to go for retirement. He thought about it for a day and returned the next day to... more
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"The Second Coming"- a poem by W.B.Yeats"The second coming" by W.B.YeatsTURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere... more
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