It Flows like a river not discovered
Feels as fresh as dew resting
on a soft red rose petal
When they sing their voices eco
In the hills
To come back even more stronger
The songs are embedded so deep
Subtle Rawness in the lyrics
So describes the enchanting
Pahari lok geet
song for the trees
Song for hills
Song for daughters
And songs to plead
Stop this destruction and end the greed
Sounds of bagpipers
Is still so fresh
in the memories
of my childhood days
How beautifully it
Intensified every emotion
culture,tradition
And kindness in the prays
Manisha
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC
It Flows like a river not discovered
Feels as fresh as dew resting
on a soft red rose petal
When they sing their voices eco
In the hills
To come back even more stronger
The songs are embedded so deep
Subtle Rawness in the lyrics
So describes the enchanting
Pahari lok geet
song for the trees
Song for hills
Song for daughters
And songs to plead
Stop this destruction and end the greed
Sounds of bagpipers
Is still so fresh
in the memories
of my childhood days
How beautifully it
Intensified every emotion
culture,tradition
And kindness in the prays
Manisha
