- The course of wind changed,
The humid heat waves ranged.
God wept and shed tears,
and everyone overcame their fears.
except me.
I didn't change like others.
I kept on saying to myself ," just a chance another, my dear."
Then 1 chance turned into 2 and 3 until I finally lost count.
Was I accepting my mistakes or giving excuses to keep myself lown?
Am I really brave?
Or just someone meant to drown?
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
This simple, complicated life.
कविताA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.