Is living only matters to have money, fame and sex? Or it is something to have a great surrender to that almighty truth aka God. No more, no more I can think of that, can you?
This poem is written on the occasion of going to a trek amongst the hills of India, where for the first time it was possible for me to take a picture of a butterfly, sitting on a leaf, without blurrin...
Is living only matters to have money, fame and sex? Or it is something to have a great surrender to that almighty truth aka God. No more, no more I can think of that, can you?
This poem is written on the occasion of going to a trek amongst the hills of India, where for the first time it was possible for me to take a picture of a butterfly, sitting on a leaf, without blurrin...