Old memories...


Breaking through virtues, breaking through glory
Of all that I assumed is a past is a story
Its getting ahead is what matters now
I may not know when, may not know how
But alone I start this battle unknown
Through the rough edges of past I think I have grown
A dash of solitude a tint of will
It’s a just a new beginning have to walk a long way still
--- making a tryst with destiny …Amit Patil..age 23

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