Last one and half year ,
No one know what I bear ,
I run bit slow ,
As little I glow ,
Cradle from the lowest ,
In love to come in highest ,
But October pull me down ,
I felt like a meltdown ,
The hope for tomorrow ,
Was buried in furrow ,
But as january came ,
I re - claiming myself ,
I will slowly creep ,
Upto ll not reap ,
Cradle from the lowest ,
In love to come in highest ....
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