Bee in the night,a knight for rite
lurking around light,never ends right
wanna summon the sun,to plummet down the dark throat
looks no forward of plight,enjoys the flight
envies the eagle for the desire of sight
looks like the light has died,wings are tired
eyes out of focus,hopes are bummed,dreams drowned
But the heart frenzied with the sight of an remnant light...
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The engineer turned poet indeed has the creative edge over the others and this is very well depicted by Mr.Gangam
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