Prosaic verse or seminal plot...
Read this on the bus today... I don't know if it's a brilliant masterpiece, a chance compilation or an implicit philosophy. But it's unique. And its innocent simplicity gives it the eyes of imagination that more vivid compositions find closed.
Silence
Clouds.
Grass.
Dewdrops.
Butterfly.
You.
I.
- R.G. Kaimal
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2 Comments:
to me it appears as simple n meaningful as;;
bade acche lagte hain,
yeh dharti,
yeh ambar,
yeh nadiya
yeh raina
aur
tum
September 14, 2005 1:32 AM
That's a very neat comparison, I'd say.
September 14, 2005 10:12 AM
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