Winter woods

Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...

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 🤗 🤗 🤗 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.