Comments about Ashutosh Mohapatra
How deep is the Arabian sea?
Oh! I will tell you the defined decree;
Its not blue at all, its just green;
Its not for the girl i love, neither you nor me,
This city kills the tides with prural marquee;
Let this city ruin and the Arabian sea die,
Only if beside my side my love lies.
Holy rivers and unattempted mountains
Lovers meet in fictious fountains,
They sing songs and hum like bees
Know no one can but they can see;
Sure do this happen only in movies,
For what i lead is a fictional life.
Oh! what should happen I shall tell thee;