(I)every time has meaning, meaning has no pretend mean, tht time i saw something, from which i got a trouble life.......... (2)when surrounding life became a heap, indeed i was like sweep, brand was on burning , rain continue on blowing,,,,,,,,, (3) utter in my few words tht become a rush , getting into poem of my life words become sentence of light .......ashish sharma
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