So, we went to Aravali hills at the time of rainy season and on the way I saw there kind of grasshopper.

Full of adventures,
On rainy Sun-day,
Way to Aravali,
Into a misty peak.
With happy faces,
Into the forsaken ridge.
Soothing wind,
Tranquilizes all the pain.
Leaving behind the past,
Forgetting future
And striking vibes of
Exotic souvenirs,
As a Picnomorph,
Sitting beside the Calotropis,
Gazing the Divine planet,
On all it’s Hazy day.


Author: dakshali27

A women who's still searching her wisdom via art.

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