Kishan Shetty

My heart was strong, and yet it is hurt
It used to sing….and yet its homeless now
My heart was binded with joy….and so I couldn’t see the tears within
How much pain it bore, the pain it bore….. Oh! I lament now
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Two Souls met on a stranger tide
Now time has come; they've to divide.
Arduous will be their journey ahead
But they often forget, without each other they are partially dead
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Sometimes in my bloody tears I drown
with panting breath and having a look of frown
Soon when the blood of tear grips me around
Sadly, I know this won't be a stound
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Of all vistas, solitude relates to silence,
In a prominent way they share an obeisance.
They sometimes lament us while sometimes elate.
Rifting their proximity is not possible.....
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Over again comes time after time
yet in words it's not defined......
With no idea, and which may come or which may go,
Time is the master and it won't bow!
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Over again comes time after time
yet in words it's not defined......
time is a key to success,
if positively used, seals ones fate.....
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