Here is a window to your own childhood, opened by Ram Vilas Sharma Ji. As if you turn back and look back in time. Last stanza beautifully put it in words. Rajiv Krishna Saxena दिवा स्वप्न वर्षा से धुल कर निखर उठा नीला नीला फिर हरे हरे खेतों पर छाया …
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