with the pity from silence
for the death of noise;
The road is dark,
It leads to no end;
I long to travel,
I feel the lup-tup,
I feel the lup-tup,
I feel the fear,
my hands are free,
as no one to bear,
still I wish..
I hate the black,
I hate the mourn,
but
still i wish..
I should travel.
To the endless end..
The road to glory
The road to non-transitory,
The road that leads to
no end..
-Aishwarya Govindarajan
