Saturday, 15 October 2016


From behind the hill,
She brush aside her hair and peek.
In the dark velvet of sky,
Million diamonds of stars are sprayed.
From the endless flow of the  river,
Chilling breeze is blowing.
On atop the distant mountains ,
Poles of flags are fluttering.
On the temple perched afar,
Resounds a bell of sanctity.
Amid the bed of lonsomeness,
I lull my heart in solitude.