Close the Window.
I have lost myself in this notorious nature,
That bonny Kingfisher and those jumping Squirrels.
There, far in the woods,
Kids are enjoying their childhood.
That bird is toddling,
First step for her vast sky.
My heart is echoed by their chirping,
Producing that effect is impossible for the filmmakers , even if they try.
But, Why is that building around?
Oh! NO ,There are many found.
Those fleet of crows among pathetic peacocks.
Rushing in my world, slowly and steadily,
Going to win this race,
With a quick pace.
I can't see it.
Close the Window.
Surbhi Dadhich.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
Close the Window.
I have lost myself in this notorious nature,
That bonny Kingfisher and those jumping Squirrels.
There, far in the woods,
Kids are enjoying their childhood.
That bird is toddling,
First step for her vast sky.
My heart is echoed by their chirping,
Producing that effect is impossible for the filmmakers , even if they try.
But, Why is that building around?
Oh! NO ,There are many found.
Those fleet of crows among pathetic peacocks.
Rushing in my world, slowly and steadily,
Going to win this race,
With a quick pace.
I can't see it.
Close the Window.
Surbhi Dadhich.
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