My Nayantara’s are like twinkling pink dollops of joy
More beautiful in the dark.
In the sequence of falling petals
the stars peep through.
There is order in chaos.
Nothing should come in between you and your sky.
My Nayantara’s are like twinkling pink dollops of joy
More beautiful in the dark.
In the sequence of falling petals
the stars peep through.
There is order in chaos.
Nothing should come in between you and your sky.