My Ashoka Lawn

MY ASHOKA LAWN











THE MORNING BREEZE TOUCHES ME. THE DIM LIGHT OF SUN HUGS ME. I AM FEELING DIFFERENT FROM OTHER DAYS. Oh ! IT'S LOVELY IT IS BEAUTIFUL. SITTING NEAR THE YELLOW FLOWERS, IN THE FRAGRANCE OF GREEN LEAVES UNDER THE SHADOW OF ASHOKA TREE YES, YES, IT IS MY MY ASHOKA LAWN WHERE I LOST MY SOUL WHERE MY SENSES STOP WORK THE PERCEPTION BECOMES IMAGINATION AND IMAGINATION BECOMES REALITY.............

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