Shantanu Thakur, I.A.S. (Retd.)
Photo: M K Sarma
Khaddar seeps silently
through the confluences;
the tricolour texture is yet a hope alive
gasping through a creaking charkha
of a nation in palimpsest.
God's own man, bereft and stripped
clings on across the divide
embracing the spectre of a frail staff
with hand spun white swirling around...
Mohandas Karamchand
strides along, alone…
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Shantanu Thakur
retired from Indian Administrative Service
in 2015 and lives in Guwahati
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