My flower of the day dropped its petals forgotten.
In the evening it ripens into a golden fruit of memory.
-Tagore
Stray Birds.
I am but only a reader reading your poems years after they first breathed. And yet I can feel that living joy and the glad voice which once must have echoed somewhere within you.
8th May.
3 comments:
oops!...i 4got!
btw u hav been tagged!
hmmm..oye firang
tagore ko bhool gayi...
knock knock!!!
dharti pe waapas laut aa...bewakoof!!
da reply is up. ( dharti pe hi hun)
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