i m feeling poetic
We live in our own wells.
once in a while
with the change in the weather
a wind passes by
bringing in a few leaves
and maybe a feather.
but i want more,
somebody put in a bucket and heave me up.
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sachh muchh, aisa hi hai kaafi had tak. mein 4-5 din princeton gaya tha summer school ke liye, waha kuch 2-4 interesting log miley – toh yahi soch raha tha ki apan kitne kat ke rehte hai duniya se.
nice one man!
Hmmm…
this openes my eyes…
momentarily though, I want to break free!
Beautiful lines KAa!