Darpan

I would like to give this name to this fifth book of mine. Like a mirror, everything is visible in it as it is. Nothing remains hidden, the agony of the mind, thinking, pain, everything is transparent. Whatever is happening in the mind of a woman, in the society, in the environment shows the reflection in the same way, no disguise, no mask. The sense in which the poem has emerged is an eternal truth beyond time, space and country. Unique and untouched original feelings of the inner mind! I hope, Sudhijans will get enough time and cooperation.