The lines ever I wrote are not mine
Everything I copied from the hearts of others
And from the eyes who always endorsed the trueness always
I just painted their minds in the sky
As the sky is ever visible to all
Still, some thoughts are assessable and a few are inaccessible to the spectators
The reality of nostalgia is always hidden
No one can break the line and endorse their ensign towards
As the grievances enlighten the fire in between without any motive.








© jayadev