Sweet are the creative spots
Of my pensive retreat towards yore,
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Aspiring to be bilingual Ujjwal essentially breathes, writhes & baths in the sensational shower of poetry. A reckless youth addicted to the bohemian wave.........)
Enchanting Enemies
Sweet are the creative spots
Of my pensive retreat towards yore,
Haunts the poet in me and leads to the fancy shore
Duties are carefully forgotten, gift me naught.
Promises result in ruin
Discipline thrown away, goes vain
Mourning sensations are boasted by its rain
I hear my heart, twittering sparrow amidst din.