Yuvika Khurana
Abstract Inspirational
Had there been no difference between
The sunny day and the gloomy night,
The dusk could’ve been called the dawn
And the dawn could’ve been called day.
Being Differe...
We Forgot Abo...
History
A Story Never...
Hope
I wanna fly
Tear
Identity
Did The Tree ...
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I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut. I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut.
In the modern reverie, we find our embrace. In the modern reverie, we find our embrace.
In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold. In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold.
Maya's spirit in her steps does shine. Maya's spirit in her steps does shine.
I am no one among my own. I am no one among my own.
Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability. Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability.
I'll go on anyway. I'll go on anyway.
A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light. A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light.
In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream. In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream.
In this green symphony, we find our grace. In this green symphony, we find our grace.
Battling the darkness that shrouds the night. Battling the darkness that shrouds the night.
A radiant part of this sacred dream. A radiant part of this sacred dream.
In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside. In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside.
In Priya's yellow, love takes flight. In Priya's yellow, love takes flight.
In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light. In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light.
Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits. Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits.
With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace. With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace.
We are common people, facing the brunt of the police. We are common people, facing the brunt of the police.
The essence of Navratri, burning so right. The essence of Navratri, burning so right.
Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust
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