It was a beginning of winter, In depth of my journey ; Of course! Failure are more bitter, In the depth of journey; Am proclaimming,am spinning, In the city of my love; Am approaching,am gainning, Bits of knowledge,in dream's of love; Am back and forth in my forthrightness, And in bulk a flame, burning slow; Together with your footsteps, sometimes in loneliness, In midnight,in Reverie(daydream) and the file is moving slow; And how the journey i opt, And how the journey i has! And how the morning i opt, And how the morning i has! I bestow my love! I bless my love! By=RAUNAK MISHRA