On a quiet, peaceful
Chilly Sunday morning,
I once walked
On a trees lined road
...
Read full text
To the flower on my feet that tree, and those happy chirping birds. The faded petals of the flower on our feet may be the cause of our agony but chirping of birds with happiness unlimited can not be ruled out.Great poem Mam.Thanks for sharing.
The entire sequence has been portrayed quite elegantly which highlights the inseparable bond of man and nature. When we are emotionally down, we are often comforted by nature with its healing touch. Thanks for sharing, Jasbir ji.
Thank you, Rajnishji, for your wonderful comment. I truly appreciate it. Happy Makar Sakranti!
A beautiful moment of a journey from present to future nicely captured.