Hold my hands, says the lad
Together, in the steps they trod
Neither grief nor
worry,
Pinning the innocent smile ,never in a hurry
Of endless laughter,rising with every fall.
Of endless laughter,rising with every fall.
On river banks and parks the plesures gathered
putting paint on paper isn't a success until the hands are slathered
The cloud of memories treasured in the rearputting paint on paper isn't a success until the hands are slathered
lost in the hassle of life our minds always in high gear.
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| Mughal Gardens, Srinagar, Jammu and Kashmir, India.(April 2012) |
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