Why hold back tears let them fall
Ashok Sawhny
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Living It Is, Indeed, An Art
The Show Must, And Will, Go On
A cold now seeps into my once- solid bones
Extinction
I am here – will I be there?
Long Live my Beating Heart
In matters of the heart
O Destiny, Unveil Thyself
Destiny, O Destiny, unveil thyself
There is no other way
Live life fully, live it well
Life’s A Pantomime
Weather the storms for sunshine awaits you
Your Conscience is Your Best Friend
No evil outside of that
The Sun, A Bride (Perhaps)
Is the scorching sun a bride somewhere
