This is a poem which I wrote on my birth place-India. This poem is special for I wrote this poem at the age of 14.

A river is such a thing which is not the creation of human being but it is created by God, the creator of the universe.

A poetic portrayal of the life and works of William Carey, the father of modern missions.

I could smell the freshness of the surroundings, the leaves, the land, the birds, the flowers and that of the water… is this heaven? If this is heaven, they why to die and leave this place?