There is no rain yet ,but there is the prompting of it ,fragrance of the earthblending with water,a rare scent , attar-mitti ,smell of the first raintouching the earth ,vaporising,infusinginto the air around .
Wow! Akash attar mitti is my favorite. ever since i came to US I miss it alot. Here mitti is not as fragrat as in Pakistan. thanks for the beautiful poem.
Dear Shabana ,Wait for the first rain to understand attar-mitti .Good to hear from you after a long time .Thank you .akash
I read this aloud... these words... they sound beautiful read aloud
Synchronicity ......shall I use the word ?Just a while ago I left a comment on your site .Thank you , enreal , for reading aloud .akash
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