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*Picture is subjected to Copyright 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