Samarth Purohit
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Rain, fall!
Water, flow!
Bring new life
That the plant may grow.
Soften the earth
That the root grow deep;
Moisten the air
That stem and leaf
Unfurl and unfold
In the shimmering light
And bring forth the flower
For our delight
Rain
Unseen
Mice
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
nice.. nice..
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Very nice... Very nice...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
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...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice... Nice...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
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?"
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
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