The past It is an illusion to think over my past. my days all darkened painted all by that blackness of night, all my nerves perturbed and one empty heart devoid of light. eyes complaining me to not to let them see green faces blessed and bright, to be a materialist is not my creed. to earn that fame is not my greed. I want to be far from this madding crowd, a multitudinous gathering can not be my proud. - Ravi khugshal Quote 9
