I bow to thee, Mother, richly-watered, richly-fruited, cool with the winds of the south, dark with the crops of the harvests, The Mother! Her nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight, her lands … more →
See through my eyesAmi Jha wrote 1 year ago: I bow to thee, Mother, richly-watered, richly-fruited, cool with the winds of the south, dark with t … more →