Kasauli

(This poem is about a place called KASAULI in Himachal. Went there for a trip and fell in love :). The picture is of the church mentioned in the lines)

                                                      

The old grey church

Steals all my words.

Morning wind composes

A new song.

Come hold my hand

Don't whisper a thing.

As the red brick road

Sings along.

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