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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

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