Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line...

Keep the passion
to reach the moon...

Half a journey, you want
a happy end. Beyond crossing the...

Now if the moon
sinks, will you talk to me...

My nascent distress flourishes
under the diktat of unknown. Can you...

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal...

I don't want to
be a winner. My words...

A danger looms
large, permeating in...

From within, a
fawned virtue follows...

Water has no feet.
With cupped hands...

No time was left
to call you to bring in...

The footman was
unseen. I assume, the...