listening to Khwaja mere khwaja from JA,
I can't help laugh at the thought of
a rat with 5 litters (supposedly)
singing this song to an engaged acquaintance
mood - funny/amused/sleepy
music - khwaja mere khwaja
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THE CLOUD-MESSENGER
Swerve from thy northern path; for westward rise
The palace balconies thou mayst not slight
In fair Ujjain; and if bewitching eyes
That flutter at thy gleams, should not delight
Thine amorous bosom, useless were thy gift of sight.
Swerve from thy northern path; for westward rise
The palace balconies thou mayst not slight
In fair Ujjain; and if bewitching eyes
That flutter at thy gleams, should not delight
Thine amorous bosom, useless were thy gift of sight.
1 comment:
first coffee in 9 years?
unimaginable.
on the other hand, you have quite an imagination (re: the rat chorus)
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