Not early morning wind,
Not this fading fog,
Not a wandering Nilgai,
Or a lone eagle up in the sky.
Not the glittering warm sun,
Not this yellow-wattled lapwing,
Not this rustle of dry leaves,
Or...
Starting my today's post with few lines from Sri Asa Di Vaar (Ballad of Hope)
Aapeen ai aap saaji-o aapeen ai rachi-o naa-o (He Himself created himself; He Himself assumed...