Let's bury the hatchet
Let's bury the hatchet hanging amidst us for ever and let our reunion give birth to a remembrance with branches full of flourishing flowers to be established as an asset to us for much better living not to be beset with any hazard in future. Beneath the blue sky with no clue of black clouds and above the waves of the river Jamuna with the romantic breath of mythology still some birds are flying in winding ways, and we- the two birds are still sitting on the sandy bank- why don't we now try to fl
