The reality of life is that life does not know how hard it goes through and then breaks down every time under pressure of hidden pain. Do you know why? Because life is lived by dreams, and not by reality. When I saw my poems one day, I saw a lot of pain and dreams in it.
I laughed; I started thinking life is a pain or a dream. Then realized that the same life is different in every moment and we only live moments they are sometimes of the dream and sometimes of reality.
I have gathered here the same dream and a crowd of pain. You know the rest: -
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Murli Srivastava