Rita De
Drama
The tree looks like a cave
Just I feel like sleeping in it
The full moon showers
Wakes up the True Being in me
That is none
But the echo of the Immortal Self.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean, Wandered along the jocund company, Of chatterbox and loud ocean,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
Poor water runs clean and smooth, Poor water runs clean and smooth,
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..
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
Stranger......... Stranger.........
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
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...
Let's pull off this disparity, can't we? Let's pull off this disparity, can't we?
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,
Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines Partial darkness cannot take away The urge to pen down my lines
She always loved To be like Mom, her replica She always loved To be like Mom, her replica
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both
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