the earthly pastels saw the morning dawn, when the lush green meadows ran through the long stretches... met the flowing brook whilst on their way ...little flowers bloomed and kissed the charming sway. the tiny weeds along the path brushed and saw the new grasses born... and far away a cry reaches another ear,miles apart across thousand seas, under the vast stretched sky echoing semblance of loved thoughts singing epics of the eternal bond ... here arrives on the heart of the ultimatum on the verge of the universal sphere in the aura of the pristine atmosphere under the colours of the azure amidst the fragrance of thousand jasmines the final meet.. the unison of the earthy colours with the golden aureate destined and predestined to meet...
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…And, from the meadows the bulbul sings – a breeze has come to soothe in the Two syllables’ arteries.
…And, triumphant verse, from the eyes of ‘Soumya’ !
Thank you so much for the song of bulbul,it added glee and rhythmic melody to the verse!
Absolutely beautiful. I’m speechless that words fail me and next time I gotta just insert a smiley, Soumya::))))))))))
Thanks a lot Vishal 🙂
As always beautiful Soumyav.
Thank you Sheri 🙂
What a beautiful, fulfilling journey!
Thanks Sharmishtha
Matchless mastery over the assets of language… well done!
Thank you so much Sir.. Wish you a wonderful new year ahead of joy ,prosperity and happiness.
🙂