If Sky is my way,
And Rainbow is my chariot,
Where Sun and Moon will be the torch of my chariot,
Clouds as the feathers of my chariot,
And Wind as the fuel of my chariot,
Now I can flight everywhere like an omnipresent;
To find out my lover,
As I dont know where she is-
and she doesn't know that I Love her.
But I'll gift her the glowing stars-
as diamonds on her crown..

VIPINS PUTHOORAN

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