Far down in the south, of the pre Independent India, Tamil Nadu the then Madras Province with a polite air of vigor and vitality, lay swelled with its own affluent and fabulous tradition.
On the west peered the Western Ghats like a grim sentinel togged up in lush green monsoon fatigues and on the east, the Bay of Bengal trying to gulp it down with its massive unruly and rumbling waves. On the farthest south it pierced down in the Indian Ocean like a savage marauder, the one like; you would have seen in the "First Blood" the super hero Silverstone Stallone to your carefully appraising eye.
On the west peered the Western Ghats like a grim sentinel togged up in lush green monsoon fatigues and on the east, the Bay of Bengal trying to gulp it down with its massive unruly and rumbling waves. On the farthest south it pierced down in the Indian Ocean like a savage marauder, the one like; you would have seen in the "First Blood" the super hero Silverstone Stallone to your carefully appraising eye.
“GUZARE HUYE ZAMANE KA AB TAZKIRAH HI KYA
ACCHA GUZAR GAYA BAHUTH ACCHA GUZAR GAYA”.
Hafeez Jalandhari
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