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...

Monday, June 22, 2020

Father's day

Fragrant dreams in our eyes,
that bear the scent,
of your sweat and sacrifice,
and that unmistakable
gleam of pride,
in your moist eyes,
as we fly.
Fledglings of your nest,
we are because you are.

Happy Father's day


Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 
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