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Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
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Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
Felt happy creating this art. When I saw the daisies I had a different idea. But the moment I placed them on the table, poodle eyes laughed at me.
#botanicalart #illustration #nature
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Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.
Where light plays with dark
Wind plays with leaves
The ripples of Sabarmati
a soft murmur.
Students descend from a bus,
run through the corridors.
Bachchon, look at the Mahatma,
the teacher shouts.
The behenji’s sweep the gathered dust with long handled mop,
History remains.