Wednesday, June 11, 2008



There I saw lovely mountains,
And felt the strong breeze like fountains.
Here, I can just see houses,
And then feel a pinch of sadness.
I remember the green trees,
And the thought of them makes me dance in glee.
Here, I hold my nose,
Before I dare to take any step.
I’ll never be able to forget that place,
When a flower like me has to change its vase.....

4 comments:

  1. I know you are talking about the nice old Assam dear.
    One day .... I promise ......

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Your words mean a lot :)