The gold tinted azure skies,
spotless shade of blue,
the kind that hurts the eyes,
or be it the cloudy dreary pale greys...
The sun is always there,
in all its radiant glory.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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