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Poetry

While exploring a South Indian Temple with my brother at Karla , Karla Caves .

Kuch rastoon ne chalna sikhadiya,

Kucho ne behakna, 

Kucho ne Bhaagna,

Kucho ne rukna,

Kucho ne modhna ,

kucho ne sambhalna sikhadiya ,

Aur kucho ne dooriyon ko mita di ,

Aur kuchoon ne dooriya bada di .

Yeh raste vaadhon ke taraha hai ,

Kuch vaade toot jate hai ,

Aur kuch raste chhoot jaate hai ,

Rishte bikhar jaate hai ,

Saasien rukjati hai ,

Safar thamb jaate hai ,

Aur kuch raste modh jaate hai ,

Chalo koinhi Safar toh Safar hota hai , 

Bebuniyaad khayaalon ke saath aage badte hain !

~ Tanishka Dhawan

Manoeuvre of people, Kaarla Caves .

Myself exploring the enitity called comos , Karla Caves .

Bevel Rocks through the grilled casement , Karla Caves .

Ravel of trees , depicting the oscillating vision of life .