Can I say I am nothing, But a mass of imperfections? Can I say I am nothing, But a mass of imperfections?

So it belongs And longs As your true dream In the form of light beam So it belongs And longs As your true dream In the form of light beam

The poem shows a lover waiting with open doors for the love to comeback. The poem shows a lover waiting with open doors for the love to comeback.

I knocked thrice on your door, But you did not open. I knocked thrice on your door, But you did not open.

I shall say it often With all smile in open I shall always be there For you and ever  I shall say it often With all smile in open I shall always be there For you and ...

Dear, Rooftop, I've been like you. Inside you. There! To hold your earth so the azure As... Dear, Rooftop, I've been like you. Inside you. There! To hold your eart...