Musings

Quite solitude of my abode, My isolated haven, The song of breeze, Softly caress my being,¬† Twittering of sparrows, Cascading green leaves, Dance of yellow crops, Naughty rabbits' hop. Butterflies in myriad hues, Have flowers bemused, Hills are in the trance, My emotions are in dance, The aroma of unripe fruits, Fragrance of flowers sweet, … Continue reading Musings

Hills of my home

Hills of my home, My mother's womb, Beckon me incessantly, Compel me constantly.   Luscious green trees and yellow staircase fields, Houses like toys placed in background clear green, Beckon me incessantly, Compel me constantly. My school beyond the waterfall, Our dance at the village well's wall, Mango awning near the Brook¬†, Vigorously shook, Ancient … Continue reading Hills of my home