Little brook

I went to a beautiful brook I befriended with in my childhood  She is flowing relentlessly with same serenity with same youthful jolly Years back when I played around the pretty pretty gardens in the boastful vicinity of her When I swam in pinkish ponds with bluish fishes over sexy frizzy curls of her And I asked the same question that I asked years before  My dear brook: Where are you running?  When is the…

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Grand Mother Said

Grandma Said: They welcomed the days with a clear view of bright-orange-red Sun dawning over the hills They invited the mornings with the whistles and chirps from their henhouses and tree nests They costumed the twilights with decorated thresholds and auspicious rangoli’s They received the midday’s charm with farming and eating amidst the blooming harvest They travelled along the post-noon when the Sun lurked through the foliages then slip into the brook beside bushes Where they…

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