Every dawn,
they leave their cities
and flee for another;
Just to run through a field so alive,
Just to run into a tree so coloured,
Just to run along a river so artful;
Before the morning can part its lips
and this dreamy interlude fades....
(enroute Chandigarh to Delhi)
they leave their cities
and flee for another;
Just to run through a field so alive,
Just to run into a tree so coloured,
Just to run along a river so artful;
Before the morning can part its lips
and this dreamy interlude fades....
(enroute Chandigarh to Delhi)
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