Piyush Dey (8/12/1998 / Chandigarh)
It is nothing else,
But mistakes that make us learn
a beautiful ballad of life,
Though this heart laments,
Perhaps for the time being gone,
the pain whirls out soon,
It doesn't stay long.
And then our heart again waits,
For a beautiful spring,
To come out with it's sighs and mummers,
And a more beautiful ballad of life
all over again.
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