here the jasood is in bloom, fresh tender leaves tremble.
that shrub decked with pretty purple flowers
joyous in a peach dawn, it is just is.
someplace the neon nights are endless
somewhere a distant planet wobbled.
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sometimes our little world seems so insular, right?
so it does.
thanks!
I have always been a fan of the way you describe stuff, especially nature...not sure if u rembr u'r amboli ghat story had first drawn me as u'r reader and then I rembr in u'r rediff site u had written so well about a sunset...somethings i cant forget...hope to meet u someday :-)...hope u will have the time
Of course, PQ.
I WILL always have time.
How can I forget that young girl on a scooty?
I can imagine a rosemallow blooming in a peach dawn; the final two lines are mystery and happiness together, anticipation and unknown in the pit of the stomach together. Lovely gem!
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