I was strolling on the road
when I saw it coming,
I could escape the collision
but I let it go,
It shattered me to pieces
but I saved the very thing,
they call me insane...
Mr.Mittal, first of all a big thanks for appreciating my writing. Here you have plotted a quite conjectured verse. I am figuring something full of aesthetic flavour of poetry.... I hope you will definately consider this contemplation.......
Dear Umesh Thanks for your contemplation. This was a very spontaneous composition. So thought of publishing these lines. The composition is about rejuvenation and reinvention of life on finding the perfect muse. Poetry is a metaphor providing depth to the situation.
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Mr.Mittal,
first of all a big thanks for appreciating my writing. Here you have plotted a quite conjectured verse. I am figuring something full of aesthetic flavour of poetry.... I hope you will definately consider this contemplation.......
Dear Umesh
Thanks for your contemplation. This was a very spontaneous composition. So thought of publishing these lines. The composition is about rejuvenation and reinvention of life on finding the perfect muse. Poetry is a metaphor providing depth to the situation.
today i'll confess i've reached to the place where i've started understanding such lines...
मान गए उस्ताद ....!!!
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