In dawn hours the forest looks moist and greener
Deers are playful
So as boars and langoors
Like innumerable thoughts crossing the mind
in inertia of motion
So as boars and langoors
Like innumerable thoughts crossing the mind
in inertia of motion
She wishes to reach home early
She also doesn't want the forest road to end
In the forest
You don't see as much.
You feel the chirping
and
the fresh dung reminds you
An elephant walked this path!!


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