Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Mother Land….!

Mother Land….!




The grass is so green, the scent is so sweet,
In a distance the hill touches the blue sky and below it the river passing by.
Someone painted a hut at a distance with smoke rising and rainbow behind.

The place where life starts with a pure smile like the morning dewdrop on the meadow shines like the diamonds on green sky.
The breeze touches you like your love, taking all your pain and scuffing way.

The morning starts with the melody of the birds and the rising sun behind the hill to the sky.
The sky is so blue and the grass is so green, this how god wanted the earth to be.
The beauty is untouched by time and the place is pure with its shin.

The spring here looks like a canvas,
With all the colures scattering to the endless horizon narrates the imagination of the painter without a word.
The winter here is like the touch of a mother making us fill safe before the night passes and a morning starts.

The grass is so green, the scent is so sweet,
In a distance the hill touches the blue sky and below it the river passing by.
Someone painted a hut at a distance with smoke rising and rainbow behind.

I have been way for so long; I have never felt the same before.

1 comment:

hasHAN hazaRIKA said...

this is very fresh and has life!! In my recent journey to Assam i met an Scottish person and he told has never seen such a beautiful green hilly place from airbus!!