सदस्य:अभय नातू/काहीबाही

Random musings -

Find the hooves of their steeds, etched in stone;
On the banks of the river, where my seven stars shone;
The river, she still carries their blood, a red hue;
Forget them not, cause they spilled it for you;
A twister still rises, on the distant horizon;
Whenever a drifter sings, the Ballad of the Seven.

With great apologies to वि.वा. शिरवाडकर