Saturday, July 9, 2016

A Trip to chikmaglur

Chikmaglur..reflection of Banana Tress
When the light green leaves shines
as the droplets make them shiver
the unknown song starts to play
as the color green flows like river
Unripe green coffee beans
The dance of the rains in the monsoon
is like the unknown whispers
they tell a story known yet mysterious
they slip like sand through my fingers
Banana leaves in night
In darkness they glow like fireflies
young green against the black night
the forest celebrated the love of rain
the mountains breathe in the breathtaking sight.
Areca nut tress chikmaglur

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