Mangoes – Dr. Umanand Prasad

I wanted to share with you another poem written by my father. Its simple but means a lot to me. Mangoes - Dr. Umanand Prasad Large mango tree Laden with fruit Whether it be baby Green or ripe All delicacies' recruit Baby is one without seed Littlest of the lot Usually left to grow So … Continue reading Mangoes – Dr. Umanand Prasad


When, Will, I by Abel Prasad

      When the world is cold, When my eyes water, When my friends recede. Will you be there? Will you be the one to make me smile again? Will it be the same? I just want to laugh, I don't want to be the man who dies slowly inside.