A lot has come and a lot has gone, Fair enough to keep me on throne. Substituting hardwork with the results I get, I didnot frown with the mysteries that I met.
Killing my time and utilizing every bit, Understanding everything depends on my perspective. Into the age where colors still temain dashy, Black is being considered as the new classy.
Where everybody is running behind everybody, Bondaged with iron nets in each other’s thinking. Can for just 1 moment we set free our mind, heart and kidney, And discover our own melodies.
I am grateful to all the authors, Who gave interesting poetry, Their essence in itself serves like bookmarks Into this tiny world where I want to leave my remark.