ajay srivastava

(28/08/1964 / new delhi)

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AS I OPEN MY I SAW A NEW WORLD
NUMBER OF PEOPLE GATHER IN AROUND ME
JOY OF SOME PEOPLE WORTH WATCHING
SOME PEOPLE WANT TO KEEP ME THEIR HAND
FEW PEOPLE WANT TO KISS ME
BUT FOR TWO PEOPLE ARE MORE PRECIOUS
FIRST ONE WHERE I FEEL MORE SECURE
ANOTHER ONE WHEN I FEEL PROUD
MY WEEPING WORRIED EVERYONE
BUT NOBODY KNOW WHY I AM WEEPING
ONLY ONE KNOW AND REALISE WHY I AM WEEPING
ONLY ONE CAN UNDERSTAND AND CONTROL
MY WEEPING BY FEEDING ME
EVERYONE ENJOY, PLAY & WELCOME WITH ME
BUT ONLY TWO PERSON UNDERSTAND ME MOST
ONE CONTROL MY WEEPING AND ANOTHER ONE
WHERE I FEEL MY SELF PROUD.
I AM LITTLE UNKOWN WAITING FOR SWEET NAME
SO THAT I CAN START …..

Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2012

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