The Grandeur
The Grandeur.Bathed in fresh snow,
The Himalayas awake in its glory,
Following a profound slumber,
The Grandeur.Bathed in fresh snow,
The Himalayas awake in its glory,
Following a profound slumber,
I used to couch to one corner of my terrace, and watched the azure sky till it got thronged with birds, lovely birds, ferrying to the other side of the horizon.
The sea nearby was growling at its best, the ebb and flow of which kissed the shore albeit fleeting. It was a kind of kiss a lover implants while being in a hurry.