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The First Manifestation

My feelings which have now refused to be confined in solitude. May be I want them to be witnessed by others, may be, I love their manifestations in the face of earth. I may want their voice to flow like a river, may be I don’t want to recognize them as my very own. Let it be lost, lost along with thousand other voices. May the time will come someday and whisper that you owe me something.

2 comments:

  1. Neha Jain11:04 PM

    Good Work Sanjay....Its worth reading your blog..great going

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  2. Anonymous12:38 AM

    EVERYTHING WAS WELL EXECUTED AND WELL DEFINED.KEEP IT UP.IT BRINGS THE CREATIVENESS OF A HUMAN BEING. ME BEING NOT CREATIVE AT ALL ,BY READING YOUR TOPICS AND VIEWS SEEMS WHY NOT THINK IN A DIFFERENT WAY. GOD BLESS

    ARNAB

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