Dedicated to: Vanitha Nadaraj.
Mountains denuded of trees
Plateaus carved by human hands
Humans seek to be free
To live in Nature’s land
Where am I to go, I ponder
Away from my motherland?
Even the fields spread asunder
With my own two feet here I stand
Plateaus carved by human hands
Humans seek to be free
To live in Nature’s land
Where am I to go, I ponder
Away from my motherland?
Even the fields spread asunder
With my own two feet here I stand
A picture paints a thousand words
In poetic caption to tell the tale
Even halted at literary crossroads
This picture will set the sail
Not to uncharted waters of destination unseen
Even with a heavy pen between weary fingers
Amidst the misty white clouds and mountain green
I draw with Nature’s hand for memory to linger
In poetic caption to tell the tale
Even halted at literary crossroads
This picture will set the sail
Not to uncharted waters of destination unseen
Even with a heavy pen between weary fingers
Amidst the misty white clouds and mountain green
I draw with Nature’s hand for memory to linger