Echoes of the Past - Deepak Bansal


I spent my nights counting stars, I spent my days preventing mars, But got nothing, in this life, Solitude, solicitude, stains and strife. I had a dream with glims and vibes, A brio reverie I envisaged without jibes. But demise of the dream was in store,

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