shall i hear the lament of the nightingale, submissively lending my ear?
am i the rose to suffer its cry in silence, year after year?
the fire of my verses gives me courage and bids me no more to be faint
with dust in my mouth, i am abject: to you i make my complaint
sometimes you favor my rivals then sometimes with me you are free
i am sorry to say it so boldly, you are no less fickle than me!
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Nupur that was quite bold way to say but the good part is its true... Good deep thought.... Keep up the good work... hope see more from you... U rock..
ReplyDeleteheavy duty stuff man!!!
ReplyDeletepens off to u.
explanation kahan hai???
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