And that was the love Which could never be won, And that was the love Which could never be won,

Blinded by your ego, you will remain the same, Making us run a race; that can never be won Blinded by your ego, you will remain the same, Making us run a race; that can ne...

I dared to call her Sweetheart, I thought, I won her Heart But she knew Martial Arts I dared to call her Sweetheart, I thought, I won her Heart But she knew Martial ...

The poet started writing poems for competition but now it has become her passion The poet started writing poems for competition but now it has become her passion

I romped home With a thought I romped home With a thought

But this time I felt my soul was feeding. But this time I felt my soul was feeding.