This is very important photography for me Won price on the same.
The all have wings, we just have to try to open it with confidence and wind will do the rest.
Rock bush quail female attacked by harrier. I recall my memories in this shot so small poem. रुकजाना हमरी फितरत नही , जक्म के बिना जिंदा रहेना कुदरत मे नही | जक्म दिया हें ज़माने ने बहुत , आब हमारा प्यारा इस दुनिया मे नही | थक जाती हें अब ये सासे , इसतरह कि जिंदगी अब हमें कुबूल नही | लड़ते हें हम रोज अपने आप से , हार के जितना शायद हमारे तक़दीर मे नही |
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decypher even fragments of their meaning.
Comments
Post a Comment