Saturday, February 20, 2010


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Many Days have been
I haven’t written anything
Today I put my hands on the Keyboard
Perhaps to tune my feeling through mind-chord
My feelings are new and has buried the old
Now I am not good but I am bold
My Goodness was nothing
But a dull flower in the soil of my cowardness
I got afraid of them who are themselves
Shrinking in the darkness of fear
I got unhappy due to them who are themselves
Too unhappy to see other’s happiness
They don’t let you to see the reality
Disguised themselves in the shallow make up of gaiety
Love! It is only that can make us bold
It is only that can change our mental-mould
And boldness is what let you to be free
And freedom is the sweetest fruit of your Life-tree