𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐖𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞.

Miles to go for a poetic quench. You and me beyond the stars. Miles to go for a poetic quench. You and me beyond the stars.

With poetical knowledge The truth is what I shed, With poetical knowledge The truth is what I shed,

As I start the poem on Ramayana, I pray to Lord Ganesha... As I start the poem on Ramayana, I pray to Lord Ganesha...

Only if we could build a new world Only if we could build a new world