A young –– an art of thought Her name is Kristin –– a smart young of a eastern state running with us in Rajdhani express. She is attractive for her personality, behave and feelings –– and for higher studies going west soon. Already I`ve talked a little, but imagine enough –– a blossom of spring. Hours have passed –– sometime she was sinking in study, and I`ve tried to create poetry on my writing pad ....... Only three hours more in hand we all will reach to the capital city, the last station –– we all will go our ways, she will also go ...... but I wish, her colour will live long in my arts. (6th Oct. 07, Rajdhani Express) In an underground cave Young girls and boys were entering into the cave. It`s so deep and like an wonderful death-hole of Pokhra. We also entered in it, advanced across rugged wetly ways. Somewhere ancient lamps are burning wonderful rocks are laying everywhere, one of them was naturally artistic–– like a sculpture of countless butterflies. In that inferno a stream is blowing by the side of rocks; its roofs and walls are rough and watery. We were advancing carefully –– every place is enjoyable and also terrible. We were entering in low and narrow ways sometime like animals to reach another parts of that long cave. At the end we saw an wonderful waterfall –– milky water is falling there and with it entering sunlight from the high surface. What an indescribable scene it is ! no one will forget it ever. (27th May. 2011 * Palashpur)
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