Casting Mile Long Shadows at Barog, Himachal Pradesh
Out on the hills you can barely hear a sound.
Bar the soft hiss of the breze rustling in the pines.
A small sharp horn, of a car, somewhere on the road.
Silence seems to rule the world.
You need the light to have life.
And Lo!, the day breaks
Melting away the demons of the night.
Shafts of light chase the long shadows,
Mile long at times,
And you can hear the clarion call of joy
As the birds greet the sun with a chirpy song.
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