Stir wind with,
moistness of time.
Let the fresh dew
on grass blade,
fight gravity.
Let the sun rays- clean
kiss earth dry,
In search of seed- life.
And, lets wait
breathing- slow,
For days, months, years
for it to bear fruits- sweet.
Stir wind with,
moistness of time.
Let the fresh dew
on grass blade,
fight gravity.
Let the sun rays- clean
kiss earth dry,
In search of seed- life.
And, lets wait
breathing- slow,
For days, months, years
for it to bear fruits- sweet.
the admiration can only come from a true gypsy 🙂
Thanks Aditya….