White Was it my dream? When the leaves rustle and creates a melodic sound, And when the birds are chirping with the morning tide, Was it my dream? When the sea water touches my feet, And made me realize my sense and drag me from the gllomy world and made me ease. ©Bhagyashree Jena

Bhagyashree Jena

कुछ इस तरह गुम होना है तुम्हारे ख्यालों में कि लोग पूछे मुझसे मेरा हाल और मैं तुम्हारे बारे में बताऊ... ©vidushi MISHRA

vidushi MISHRA

White Was it my dream? When the leaves rustle and creates a melodic sound, And when the birds are chirping with the morning tide, Was it my dream? When the sea water touches my feet, And made me realize my sense and drag me from the gllomy world and made me ease. ©Bhagyashree Jena

Bhagyashree Jena

कुछ इस तरह गुम होना है तुम्हारे ख्यालों में कि लोग पूछे मुझसे मेरा हाल और मैं तुम्हारे बारे में बताऊ... ©vidushi MISHRA

vidushi MISHRA