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My world shall rise again...
Rise to fall no more...
And I shall be crowned at last...
And thats what destiny has in store...

The little birds shall chirp aloud
and all ill chants shall cease...
And all those tears that made me cry
shall plead for mercy on its knees...

Its that light i am looking for
its the hope far away...
Its the night that i want to end
to make way for the shining day...

But all is well and all is good
only when its done
for there not much difference
in rising or the setting sun...

The wheel shall turn... For all those men...
Laughed and mocked those who...
But its for you my dear friend...
That i shall start anew

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Anonymous said…
beautiful n_n
September 26, 2010 at 4:20 AM
Jackero said…
This is awesome.

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October 27, 2010 at 12:29 PM
Anonymous said…
Hey there Abhishek Pal, How you doing? IndiBlogger is coming back to our favorite city Kolkata after a long time. Its been 2 years since IndiBloggers last meet. We hope to catch up again at the meet!Did you sign up for Kolkata IndiBlogger Meet If you haven't already, do sign up today, Only 200 seats available. Entry is free with loads of fun. Cheers,
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February 14, 2011 at 10:52 PM
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