PRATAP CHAUHAN
Thriller
Make noise.
My versatility
God gave
This facility
I look like
A nymph Urmi
People are crazy
About me
Teenager are crying.
That I Am shying.
Girls get to flaring.
But I'm squirming.
NATION PRIDE
LOVE YOU
PLANT TREES
Poem
CRUNCH
Unusual situp...
Pumpi Girls
RUBI
SUPREME DAD
STUNNING
Everything in life really does happen for a reason: “God’s Reason” Everything in life really does happen for a reason: “God’s Reason”
Time is the thief you cannot banish.. Time is the thief you cannot banish..
You feel the music in... You feel the music in...
It is decided on quality rate. It is decided on quality rate.
Blood dripping from the ceiling into my mouth, taste the iron. Head’s thumping, massive headach... Blood dripping from the ceiling into my mouth, taste the iron. Head’s thump...
The scarlet hues... The scarlet hues...
Thats what patriotism really means.. Thats what patriotism really means..
Because then you might say your last prayer. Because then you might say your last prayer.
Gasp; your breathe !!! Gasp; your breathe !!!
I care about what God calls me ... I care about what God calls me ...
'𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑! 𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕!' 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯- '𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑! 𝙳𝚒𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕!' 𝘚𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯-
The voice that can only be felt.. The voice that can only be felt..
I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a sof...
It is spending the sweat of its labourers, the genius of its scientists. It is spending the sweat of its labourers, the genius of its scientists.
And build my own nation.... And build my own nation....
I am a product of circumstances that betrayed me time and again, I am a product of circumstances that betrayed me time and again,
Though no rose can do without sunrise, the strive for perfection brings survival during little sun. Though no rose can do without sunrise, the strive for perfection brings survival...
It's the seventh day of snow I have tied a knot to my tongue, It's the seventh day of snow I have tied a knot to my tongue,
With the stone pulling it within to drown, Deep.... With the stone pulling it within to drown, Deep....
Don’t kill me every day and leave me to cry. Don’t kill me every day and leave me to cry.
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