Fall rain
And liquor
Smiling, I don’t know
Is beauty a mistake
The result of preference
I can’t get the girl
Because I don’t really want to
I’m a little bit blue.
It’s not the money
It the time
Or the absence of the rhyme
I’m good not knowing what
I should do
I’m a little bit blue
There’s no one here
Foggy windshield, radio, rain
There’s no one here
And I don’t mind
I’m writing from me to you
Will you read it, what will you say,
I’m a little bit blue.
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
Mind • Body • Life
Creative Nonfiction & Poetry
Rhymes and Reasons for Every Season
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry by Dr. Abhinav Majumder
I hope that someone sees this page and decides not to give up.
Reflection
Climbing, Outdoors, Life!
Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
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Democracy and Human Rights
by Yashasvi Shailly
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