28/365
A step that I took was of faith
But the regrets i felt in were always late
Chocking the sounds of frightened cries i were
Yet no ears were alive at Elur
Eyes were raining with pounding heart
Which was never meant to be my art
Still it became a serene spot
That has always meant to me a lot
Besides these all, the grass was alive
Making me hope and again revive!
But the regrets i felt in were always late
Chocking the sounds of frightened cries i were
Yet no ears were alive at Elur
Eyes were raining with pounding heart
Which was never meant to be my art
Still it became a serene spot
That has always meant to me a lot
Besides these all, the grass was alive
Making me hope and again revive!
Written by : Arsh Azim
Photo credits : XeonDuke Productions
