Ananta Kumar Singh

Ananta Kumar Singh writes a poem for Outlook expressing his thoughts about the happy, sad, angry lines and wrinkles on one's face.

BY Ananta Kumar Singh 🎃 29 October 2023

The author expresses the comfort they sought from the mother's lap that had all the worries of the world vanish; 'Oh! My dear mother's lap, You are never-ending like a nap'.

BY Ananta Kumar Singh 🅷 21 January 2023