Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Thursday, July 3, 2014

McLeodGanj Diaries 24



I gave my dreams the wings
To fly to different worlds
It flew down and down
It flew up and above
But when the time came
It stopped on the mountains

It folded it wings
And drew its paintbrush
And with a swing and swigs
And lots of imagining
It drew a picture for me



© Tarun Mitra