First a shelter then a castle

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सब कुछ लूट लिया हमारा,
बस
ख्वाब ना लूट सके,
और हमारी अमीरी,
ख्वाबों से ही है।

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MELANCHOLIA

Gazing grumpy, from the high sky rise,
Heard a baby crying bitterly.
The mother in rags, comforting it lovingly.
It opened my heart to break the ice.

The pent up regrets set up a quagmire,
Thought of how poverty is a nightmare.
The baby calmed, gave a Godly smile.
Mother hugging it looked like a Queen for a while.

Realised, melancholy is an inner mood.
In rags, riches, mansion or wood.
Cheers to the impeccable Creator,
So many dualities, made in sonder.

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Tell them it's a torn spirit that makes a person poorer,
While strength of your character takes you places.

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Rags and Riches

Every daydream, of a future,
Gloriously rising from rags to Riches,
Somehow, neglects the rag or its itches.

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At the age of 40 I do not want to worry about how much to save of what I have earned but worry how to spend what I have earned for the rest of my life.

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The Navratri magic— % &Synopsis
Dhanraj shut his eyes at the flashes as the paparazzi started shooting, trying to get him in the best frame possible.
He had finally achieved what he had always wanted to since his teenage years.
Now he was at the crossroads of life... Should he continue being the kingmaker or be the King.
He heard the muffled shot and ducked...— % &

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