A Cry is all I have
Lost in the minefields of thoughts,
With surely not a single joy.
I look towards you and cry
With surely not a single joy.
I look towards you and cry
What is here is nowhere else; what is not here, is nowhere... For the land south of the Himalayas is special... And it is about my experiences in this nation, as a traveler, as a forester and as a viewer