Then the oil from the coach-lamps ignites and there is a second explosion, out of which rolls - because there are certain conventions, even in tragedy - a burning wheel.

When you touched it maybe love or maybe lust. 
But when you feel it...its definitely love.
A pure love.

I&#39;ve written some great things. That&#39;s a gift, but there&#39;s consequences. Yeah, you get this great work, but you suffer. You really, really suffer.

Counting the stars is simpler 
Than counting human mistakes,
Make a better you,
Before it is late!
Good morning to you! 
It's a parent say! 
Amen!

Written By Akta Karanvirsingh Kalra

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