Little more I am, Little less you see
A prophetic impression makes me a seer
A silly dream of trumpet playing bear
A causative scene of fascinating belief
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Falling galaxies and consuming nebula
Then i’m near but with fear I carry
A wretched word ‘solitary’
Can push a person into dark
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But dark recedes and light replete
Into bones within soul whims secede
I’m enlightened, I’m worthy
Not worried your believes cannot chain me
I break the shackles to make a point
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Out of my nightmare into my dreams I find
My reality, an omen of my blissful time
An Indian Princess 