Sandeep Rawat
Abstract Children Stories
Beyond the silver hills
There is a golden arc...
Who will defeat the dark
And make an impact with a spark
Beyond the silver hills.
Beyond The Si...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from mimosas you flow un... Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
O, Humans!! The Greatest creation of God. O, Humans!! The Greatest creation of God.
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
My grandfather once said; Those were the days, not to forget!! My grandfather once said; Those were the days, not to forget!!
Very nice... Very nice...
Then why don't we ever talk about men empowerment? Then why don't we ever talk about men empowerment?
Yes, I am proud and lucky to be a girl. Yes, I am proud and lucky to be a girl.
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Tears have turned into rage, No need of emotional bandage... Tears have turned into rage, No need of emotional bandage...
Time is the best indicator of who your friends really are. Time is the best indicator of who your friends really are.
Fighting with our own selves, quarentinement is the only solution, to fight back. Fighting with our own selves, quarentinement is the only solution, to fight back...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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