Three Thousand Days !

Hear the night singing bright, lonely ocean, loathsome tide, glistening sun, sleepy eyes, leaf of winter shed in spring.Galloping horses, freedom shines. Blades of grass, birds they sing. Starry sky, swaying tree, ants at march, blooming flowers, innocent lie, green crisp apple falling free, scattered rays and misty haze. Comb of pine, the moon at nine. Drops of Jupiter, Crystal dew, three thousand days. Fresh and new.

By my close friend - Jai Singh Sirmathura

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Anonymous said…
well written..! do you all friends write..??
3:37 pm
Anonymous said…
Good stuff man.
3:38 pm
Anonymous said…
thats you in the picture with Abhi right?? good work..!!!
3:45 pm
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