Saturday, June 30, 2012

A dream for a life...

There should be my cottage...
in vine covered peace...
would pass there my days...
would live life unleashed...

There would bees hum...
There would be champak,deodars some...
There would wake up with cuckoo songs
would live a rivery life long...

There would dip feet in grass...
would chew life full...
There would lemony days pass
There would be swept by breeze cool...

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