I guess the lamp post is so blessed
It has seen many lives over years
It has seen people’s heart, their vain
The lamp post has many stories to say
story of mortals fighting cold and hunger
It has been there for so long
that it’s lights is so dim
It is very pretty in the midst of snow
as a ray of light
as a guide
as hope!
I'm dreaming In the parallel world, I'm diffused in happiness Its so reel still I crave To be in that fantasy world, where there is no race Its all just a merry-fairy tales, undemanding chase I wanna
I felt an ache when I knew where I’d stand. I was stranded in a cliff not knowing why Beauty ahead tempted me to fly I see no trench upon my eyes I looked the ground with disguise Cursed my feet like