On account of your birthday, I finally tried to confess it! Yes...The beans are spilled and I guess it’s true and I accept it...

Winds that rustle are like a hustle!

A poetry on how everyone has a tunnel that they come across in their life but finding the end and the journey of finding that end depends on themselves. The ray of light which you are expecting to see won’t be visible until you take that blindfold off and see the possibilities paved for you.

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Poetry reciting..