The path is hard, the road is winding
Art is a dangerous passion to have
To keep trying until one runs out
This is the road all have to take
One has to prove his worth
To let others see his uniqueness
But with everyone else, it's impossible
To live a life without impact
Is the destiny one cannot avoid
Being an artist is a constant question
"When I die, who will remember me?"
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
it only hurts when i laugh
कविता❝𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘭...
