Moonsoon beauty and rain
Monsoon_rain Has a story to tell. When it fall softly, caressing my head and cheek It reminds me of my grandma, loving and sweet. The drizzles kissing the wet soil , Reverberate the songs of Tagore . The evening breeze, with dancing palm tree afar, Reminds me of my past self, as a hopeless lover. Then at last, when the vision becomes blurred You know,… Read More »Moonsoon beauty and rain
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