In complete silence, these flowers of the grass have burst in song.
An unknown rhythm has struck in spring, an unknown joy the air does bring.
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I have gone past the little town of Kurukshetra so many times, but could not find time to go, see the place which every Indian knows to be... -
Along the Ranchi to Purulia Road for about 35 kms and then, a small road turns right, running through rural hamlets. The air is so clear a... -
In my earlier post on Kurukshetra, I had mentioned the reference to the place in ancient and medieval records of the times, which you can ...
How lovely, the blooms, spring, the note of joy.
ReplyDeleteEven the most lowly, the most insignificant weeds have been brushed by the caress of the fleeting north Indian spring and that's the wonder of it!
DeleteThank you Sherry
I love the poetry both in your words, and in the beauty of the flowers.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful spring post!
Thank you very much, Rita. One is mostly at a loss for words, though!
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