HEY! My sky,
How old are you?
What is your colour?
Why you not talking with me,
I am your friend…..
Apart my violin, I hold you in my heart
But the dropp gone as the sun shine comes
I can’t see you, but your shadow on my way
I succeeded on feeling of you
As a master of the universe
We make mistakes of scraping you
Your heart been cracked
Cracked and curate of church
Not helped me, to make greenly.
IP
I.P. GOPIKRISHNAN PISHARODY
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