laalini bhogadi
Abstract Drama Inspirational
festgwe
Grass Flower
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gerde
few
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The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you. You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you.
You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for their chances... You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for...
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
Nice.... Nice....
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly... I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly...
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more, Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more,
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADO... My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms...
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
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