I don’t want to stand deep in the well, Dreaming of shooting up in the endless sky. Let life be an open space to wander, Where one of the strings will take me high. Not just build the mansion of plans I want to paint them in the canvas of life. Save my spirits from siphoning off And be my guardian when I am struggling in despair. Be gratified when others fly Embrace my flaws as every time I fall Believing that time will show up with my treasure Enjoy the path I walk in my odyssey. |
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Nikita Bharadia
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