I am here again with my new post. Here i am going to write a poetry type thing which i created about one and a half year ago. It was my maths coaching class by one of the famous vishnoi brothers of kakadeo, kanpur. I was sitting on the last row and that too in the corner with my room mate and a very good friend siddharth.This was one of the very rare moments as we believed in self study and generally stayed at the hostel....actually just believed, never did. Just like you can drag a donkey to the pond , but you cant force him drink the water , we were present there just physically. Siddharth was sleeping and i was dreaming. Actually an entire blog can be dedicated to 'My misadventures of kanpur'. Lets it end it now. I don't know if it would be in proper formatting....but here it is...
WHENEVER I WALK ALONE , I FEEL YOUR PRESENCE.
WHENEVER I STRETCH MY HAND , I FEEL THAT TOUCH AGAIN.
WHENEVER ITS SUNNY I FEEL ITS RAIN.
O'DEAR ITS NOT STRANGE, 'COZ YOU ARE ALWAYS AROUND ME , IN MY HEART , IN MY VEIN.
Will be posting new thoughts soon till that bear this...
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