Poetry is voice of your imaginary life.
Life is what you make it, Just live it, it has no limit. Life is what you make it, Just live it, it has no limit.
Why can’t I, If I will try, Throw pebbles by heart, it will reach the sky. Why can’t I, If I will tr... Why can’t I, If I will try, Throw pebbles by heart, it will reach the sky. Why c...
Sunflowers were standing beside the river, it was looking like a bed of yellow color. Sunflowers were standing beside the river, it was looking like a bed of yellow c...