Comments about ADITYA NITTOOR
The story of the old king and the sceptre of wine,
Like diamonds showing the way to the sky,
I try to tell the time by the hands of the clock tower,
But its too high oh so high.
Call the birds and whisper sweet nothings in their ear,
Someone please tell them morning is here,
We might have gone nuclear a few years ago,
This barren land must have hidden way down below.
They all made promises they couldn't keep,
This is why they say we sow what we reap,
It might actually be the other way around,
But karma says what goes around must come ...