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Never was it right? Or was it always that we needed to try, for own sake obviously. Was it, that we ever wanted discrimination on the complexion. Or was it that we always needed to try, at the behest of
Nothing in life is free! Everything, be it- Love, Work, Friendship All incurs a cost. Nothing in life is free! Love- the dose for sustenance Requires a fidel give and take. Nothing in life is free! Work- the dire necessity
Cold night, shimmery light, A white lie to the white knight, Broken heart waving good bye, Shadows in the blue moon night. Melancholy in the milieu, And heart beats are drums in the air. In the deep dark night with
Dare to question madness, valiant, ever courageous, interrogate absurdity, what you find vexatious. Never refuse to face unyielding resistance, stay true to your beliefs, remain ever consistent. If there is a price to pay for the right of knowledge, and
I’ll impregnate the wind with sin he said, while frolicking a gentle and sterile composite. I am only man, and madness is who I am, for length and breadth of depth is almost equal to unjust concept , live and