I know that the good time will come, some good day. But the fact that scares me is what if the people around me perish when I celebrate my success. Or if I may be short lived. Don't know what?
When wanted to fly As a kite Was rescued by you Dear night. Saw self being grounded For the very first The mob surrounded The eyes, the heart Depicted love The hatred sank At the river's bank. The pair gazed Searched the ones Who raised The childhood days Those unasked praise The never cursed delays The unmasked indentity The fake enmity. Long lost Additional cost The life bossed The game - Fair unfair The life turned from no-where No more try Bid good-byes Until The next hey With promised love The life got aired right above. - Pushkin Channan
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