For it is
Not the color
But the arresting scent
That stimulates the mind
And races the heart
You are my ‘Rose’
Fuelling my existence
This week show us your interpretation of the word afloat.
Time is flying by fast. And I have already completed a month in this beautiful part of India. Another month and then I am off with my suitcases again. But before I let go , I am trying to soak in as much as possible from this lovely land.
My walks through these hills have always been rewarding and when I get back , I shall have a whole lot of pictures to treasure forever.
These green golden hills and cottony clouds can make anybody a poet and inspire any one to write. But words will never be enough. On one such walks I visited a village nearby and tried capturing the rustic life of the villagers through my camera. The population is sparse and I barely got a glimpse of a villager !
Hope you enjoy this tour :
I posted this poem two days back but I guess it was never on the reader…Don’t know what went wrong…so re-blogging it for all my friends and followers 🙂
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