The Responsible Gypsy
Our summer displays are full of flowers
Jacaranda, Tabebuia, Copper pod laden trees
But before we welcome those April showers
Springtime is all about the leaves… 362 more words
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Upagupta, the disciple of Buddha, lay asleep in
the dust by the city wall of Mathura.
Lamps were all out, doors were all shut, and… 364 more words
2 months, 2 weeks ago
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.
I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.
The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended,
The river is swollen and fierce in its flow. 227 more words
O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
have you forgotten the little chile,
like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you? 127 more words
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love.
This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. 105 more words
They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my child, unflickering and pure, 120 more words
You say that father write a lot of books, but what he write I don’t understand.
He was reading to you all the evening, but could you really make out what he meant? 225 more words