Yogiraj Biplab

(25/08/1997 / Darjeeling India)

The Past Life


When I meditate
I see evident
There were a prince and a princess
Loving closely each other
Many days past till I her saw last
Who is she I cannot understand
Yet my love brings me to her
Where she lives so far
When can I go her?
Can you go must when you leave the world forever

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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I really can remember my past life where I see myself to be a prince and a girl to be princess It was a life perhaps was before my birth It is written on 21dec 2013

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