Arithmeatic

satishverma

What was the 
secret of the path? 
A tree was climbing on a hill. 



Temple festival. 
I have come from faraway 
to pick up the marigolds. 



My clouds 
will not reach your summit. 
They are heavy with rains.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2017 22:58
  • Category: Nature
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  • Tony36

    Great Write



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