Me and Rebel.. how can that be. a standard person.. who is quiet.. how can i be the Rebel? but i always considered myself silent rebel while my Younger Brother was the official Rebel of the house... to be continued.
As we were going by Grocery shopping on Saturday , my Wife Priya said - " All I wanted was a roof over my head" and this lead me thinking and I wrote my First Poetry after all those years. This Poetry is naturally dedicated to her for making me a better person. So read on .. in my Corner.. When are you starting your corner, Priya?
Aren't we all like a wind blown in the wind.. We think we are strong and are flying.. but are we really flying or are just being blown up by a gust of wind with it's ups and down.
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