Dancing Buds

Oct 31, 2022

1 min read

By Niharika Goswami

A moth lives

and dies, no one mourns.

Discreet saints

learn to evade, the blows of fate.

Buzzing bees and willow trees,

tranquil stream and howling cave,

all are the survivors of landscape

dancing in the desert rain.

By Niharika Goswami

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