A POEM OF THE BREEZE
I was sitting under a tree
When a cool breeze swept past me
When i went inside my house and sat in my cozy chair
I could still see the picture of the chill breeze sweeping past me among the trees.
G.SRIRAM TANTRI
I was sitting under a tree
When a cool breeze swept past me
When i went inside my house and sat in my cozy chair
I could still see the picture of the chill breeze sweeping past me among the trees.
G.SRIRAM TANTRI