Then the sun has risen,
For his redness,
That his photo
Do not be pulled.
In the auspicious time of dawn,
flowers are full of dew.
Their inside stories,
Somewhere anonymous between them.
On the open terrace,
In an open environment.
Except for laziness and comfort,
The mind is calm, awake.
Are beginning to be made.
With a tailor-made needle
Is weaving its story.
On the street corner,
A gathering of elders has started.
Talking about the future of the country.
With temple bells.
With God Bhajan(devotional songs).
People are awake
With half of the closed eyes half open,
I am also awake.
This beautiful photo of the morning, my friend Muskan has clicked. I come to know that both Muskan and her brother take photographs. She has many other abstract photographs, and each photo is beautiful, with a meaning hidden in it. Thank you Muskan.🤗
Every morning is a new song, a new story. These stories justify human life on earth. Chhotu(5-10year old boy) is beaten up when bad milk comes and Deorani -Jethani(two female relatives) starts discussing Sonam’s wedding in the neighbourhood… and starts making flaws in the groom.
– Lokesh Sastya