Picture Patricia Picardi
Rustling sound on the hill top
I feel nice to hear,
I look this mountain
As a mole on the earth
The clouds are welcomed here
The sun bursts at the rising point
What if you have no reason
To stay here in nature's lap,
You can drive nothing but
A dying soul smiles here,
Every soul can feel the dream of freedom,
The dream of rejuvenation.
I feel nice to hear,
I look this mountain
As a mole on the earth
The clouds are welcomed here
The sun bursts at the rising point
What if you have no reason
To stay here in nature's lap,
You can drive nothing but
A dying soul smiles here,
Every soul can feel the dream of freedom,
The dream of rejuvenation.
Dr. Ashutosh
No comments:
Post a Comment