Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Growing up

Cotton candies to elaborate meals, 
in the twinkling of an eye, 
the whole paradigm shifts, 
Young and undaunted, 
the soulful song of spirit, 
forever crooning. 




Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

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