Let my pain go, then
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.
You disturb my sleep
to read the holy books again. Why we
were guilty of not taking arms?
Don't shoot at bull's eye.
It doesn't bleed and you always misfire.
Your fingers will play Beethoven.
Satish Verma
I will think of you during break.
I was teaching pure truths.
You disturb my sleep
to read the holy books again. Why we
were guilty of not taking arms?
Don't shoot at bull's eye.
It doesn't bleed and you always misfire.
Your fingers will play Beethoven.
Satish Verma
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