I wish my poetry could.
I wish my poetry could flow in the stream of rhythms.
Locked in the haven of words.
Sprinkling showers of emotions.
Escaping into the sea of dust.
- Rohit Nikam.
Locked in the haven of words.
Sprinkling showers of emotions.
Escaping into the sea of dust.
- Rohit Nikam.
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