Not of a fugitive trend of a true Indian writes but she writes holistically, regain the gaiety to convey for our Mother India.Where else can you find?
A lake as beautiful as the Dal
Or the world’s wonder – The Taj Mahal
Gir forests filled with lion’s roars
Or the stretching miles of serene shores
The Temple of Konark where sculptures speak..
We know this World then only we know the value our culture
I am an onion pink and plump I love to roll around and jump With my rich flavour and my taste I add joy to every face. When you peel me, I don’t cry Yet you call me unkind. Oh, my! I am not to be blamed, Am I? For bringing tears to every eye