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Rajesh Kumar, 42, is a Poet and a Diarist. He took to writing very early and has been working towards providing poetry a space in everyday walks of life. He is also the co-founder of Twin City Poets, a only-for-poetry club based out of Hyderabad, State of Telangana, India. The group published its first Anthology in 2016. On the last count, the group had over 600 members.

Rajesh first Blogged on redffblogs until its operations got disrupted in the early 2000s. His works have been on  Blogger since 2000. Some of his works have also been published in Indian Literature, the Indian Literary Journal and Muse India, an online Poetry Journal.

http://www.worksofrk.com/ is his first attempt to consolidate over 25 years of writings strewn over multiple web pages and domains.

Rajesh lives in Hyderabad.

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