Its time to write about fallen dreams, about sleepless nights. And then how the sun rose torching disdain and forlorn torching hope and lights. Its time to write about you and me about us and them How we fight for in these sacred ventures in this bloodless mayhem. Its time to write about this moment about living a life To smile through in health and disease in hope and fright. Its time to write about the red line about love and hate teaching, its us sometimes sometimes its fate. - Adwait Joshi
Sculpting thought.