These days
My thoughts are like
Migratory birds
Visiting me from
Far far away, unknown regions
Fill the sky of my mind
With their
Beauty, sounds and movements
of their wings
And when they leave
They leave without a trace
Can't keep them even in my memory
And I start waiting
For
One more winter!
~ Nehal
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I usually write in my mother tongue Gujarati and sometimes in Hindi and English.
Nehal’s world is at the crossroads of my inner and outer worlds, hope you like the journey…
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