Pune

Perched a little farther from,the country's major city of dreams.Snuggled lovingly amidst mountainous beasts,cozily, is the - 'Oxford of the East'. Where sun shines merrily about,of, a traveler is bothered the least.Where the scenes - most lovely, exists,which for weary eyes is a delightful feast. Where the hills full of trees,stands majestic, still untouched by… Continue reading Pune

I am

I am a rusty car in your backyard, Which has lost its touch at novelty. But still it possess the mighty touch, Of the godforsaken time's cruelty.   I am the barren old tree, With one leaf just hanging still. On the wild land of rocky slope, Which has never known of care and till.… Continue reading I am