Months and years,
With cold and heat we cry,
And some human fears,
We dream and wish and fantasise,
Facing the blue sky,
Lady Luck did always rise,
Never telling us why,
Our desires never fulfilled,
Our dreams reshaped and changed,
Small wins make us thrilled,
Others,never ourselves we blame,
We wish and want and desire,
Putting ourselves to fire.
(When you feel like a holiday book a room in Lime-Villa through airbnb in Varanasi India)
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