T i m e l i n e s
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless heads on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Changed the lines. You guys were right. That E.D. wasnt doing much justice to it.
Taken at Badrinath temple.
Explored Oct 9, 2009