Social Potpourri – An Anthology II

Social Potpourri – An Anthology II poetry books

Social Potpourri – An Anthology II

“Social Potpourri – An Anthology II” promises a collection of inspirational and humorous episodes. True to its objective of bringing writers to the forefront and bridging the gap between talent and getting published the company accepted submissions from its members to create this work of art. The anthology contains soulful tales from the pens of immensely talented but never before published authors with the support of a few published ones. The seventeen authors are a talented mix from India and United States of America. This anthology comprises of poems and short stories.

“Social Potpourri – An Anthology” is a self published book by Social Potpourri Pvt Ltd with publishing support from “Author’s Upfront”.

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