love ! (Hindi poem)

love ! 



The sunlight 

goes away, 

where the false 

do not come back 

again and again weeks! Love 

of those hills in the 

shadow of the hills 

! You came to me 

as a waterfall and jumped. Love on the fir of tall cedar standing 



under the snowy snowy 

peaks ! I saw you raying and scattering. Between the vast, infinitely ungodly cliffs, miles along the banks of the bushes spreading far and wide, love on spiral pathways ! I saw you as a rabbit and a lamb . Eyes tear and see Himanshu awake all night long



































The free flow of the river 

takes place , and 

every morning is full of 

love , love! I saw you 

sliding and becoming helpless. 



Thousands of hands in deep caverns.Member 

fear the final death 

also Vnaile Hinsrk 

no legs endure 

love! I saw you there 

, winding through the air. 



Large rocks moves are 

on the bow of nature 

as Prtyncha 

just and free Gorge 

noise of Tandv 

love there! I have seen you welcome him 

as a river and with the sound of Chapakak. It is said that the valleys will become curly. love ! I heard that swirl.




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