In the new world order

It is a sin

To talk of doves

The hawk wins

The dove is caged 

The hawk unleashed

The skies must thunder

The earth must shake 

Is it even victory if there is no sound?

Buransh and Bird

Our travels took us to the hills in the midst of an almost war. There is much to be said on that, but some things are best left unspoken. I only pray that better sense prevails on either side of the border. But in the meanwhile, was delighted to find buransh still in bloom and the dense and varied population of birds, chirping and hopping branch to branch. The hills heal indeed.