Nov 2018
Memories fade away
When Imagination flies
Crowds raising questions
When you're living
And waiting for a sign
See streets live up to their standards
Like beggars look up to you
For change
When Imagination flies
Crowds raising questions
When you're living
And waiting for a sign
See streets live up to their standards
Like beggars look up to you
For change
My manners, abominable at times became sweet.. as i grew older i became drunk. Why? Because I love the ecstasy of the mind. I love, love
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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