Jahnavi atthuluri
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I am a colour of your hair,
I stay everywhere.
I am a colour of pain,
Sometimes I am a stain.
I am very beautiful,
But no one likes me.
My name is black,
But I am not at the back!
My Seven Idol...
Time To Show ...
Tax
A Girl Whom I...
Life
Nurture Natur...
Black is Beau...
My Love
Things That M...
Blind but kin...
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second
Now I'm in front of the divine knowledge I'm unable to tell you what my mind is with Now I'm in front of the divine knowledge I'm unable to tell you what my mind ...
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness, I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness,
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
I am myself, so if you wanna do , then hate me .... I am myself, so if you wanna do , then hate me ....
What if you were to find Your own self to be there? What if you were to find Your own self to be there?
Oh dear nature! we bow down near you, Forgive the stubborn souls of argue.... Oh dear nature! we bow down near you, Forgive the stubborn souls of argue....
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
Wisdom rules our baffled brain, Like those drops of blissful rain, Wisdom rules our baffled brain, Like those drops of blissful rain,
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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