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Drama
Though trying,
I haven't met yet.
Feels like a stranger.
Doubts in every step.
Digging deep in my thoughts.
Once put together.
Faith in my heart.
Taking pride in self.
Confidence will be a friend.
And the path I reach.
Reach
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
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.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
I am myself, so if you wanna do , then hate me .... I am myself, so if you wanna do , then hate me ....
Stranger......... Stranger.........
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
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,
I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Tonight I exist, tomorr... I grow old, I grow older and more I’ll grow until finally I’m no more. Ton...
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'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines
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,
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
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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