Aug 2021
The stream has a dream it never stops
It flows and follows the *****
Whichever the path
Slows down to fill the uneven holes
Moving down the sun parched hills
Quenching the thirst of every tree
To unknown territories and places
Folkloric melodies it sings
It flows and follows the *****
Whichever the path
Slows down to fill the uneven holes
Moving down the sun parched hills
Quenching the thirst of every tree
To unknown territories and places
Folkloric melodies it sings
(49/F/Pune, India)
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