PRAVDA
Truth in its simple ancient vesture hidesSoundless like a savant in ruminationUnable to bind the significant pagesHistory lags behind centuriesIn
Read MoreThe child in me is all grown The fearless one in me is silent As if there nothing to fight
Read MoreIt is spring!Here in our cityWinter said farewellLeaving its blanketsOf mist and stoic silence.. Flowers bloom in delightAll around in
Read MoreIt is music of the ocean, So vast and deep, So profound and primal Of the hills and dales Of
Read MoreSecret of life, So simple that a flower of the forest knows, And the sages of all eras repeat, in
Read MoreA tiny droplet of miston a green leafHope and despair of a dreamThe lost alphabets of childhoodWanderers of the sky,Clouds
Read MoreWords are magiciansWith so full of life and laughterIn a way they amass treasure minesOf strident idioms to entrap viewers..In
Read MoreLook at the hill view,And those serene lakesAnd the cloud walksHe, the guide of the hillpaints a canvas in frontIt
Read MoreAt one point or the other We fight a million wars With ourselves And with the outer world For gains
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