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as i stand in the balcony..

my heart aches for the unheard symphony..

crowds and clutters fill me wid agony..

gone are the days wen i was bright and shiny

trying to race ahead of time

malls, movies n fun seems like a crime..

drowning in books,ambitions r prime..

life seems like a mime..

yearning for the fireball..

still encaptured in my softhall..

dreary to let go of ur safe wall..

bt that isn't entirely my call...

will be done with this one day..

all this toil will pay..

then i shall fly away..

and let my heart have its say...