The Voice is lost in the chaos around..
And the Vision in the dwelling darkness...
Neither the Sounds are clear nor there seems to be any insight...
Thick dark clouds of Fear spread in the skies, stealing away the little Light...
The Tide that could wash off the chaos is buried deep in the coffins of sadness by the daemons of Doubt...
Shivering, Shaking, Trembling... There is no choice left, except surrendering to the dreary Fate.
If only the Tide could rise out of the blues to tear apart the dwelling Darkness,
does the diseased mind be cured... lighting the candles of Courage with the first rays of Trust shining upon...
- Wish the Cry is Audible Enough!!
And the Vision in the dwelling darkness...
Neither the Sounds are clear nor there seems to be any insight...
Thick dark clouds of Fear spread in the skies, stealing away the little Light...
The Tide that could wash off the chaos is buried deep in the coffins of sadness by the daemons of Doubt...
Shivering, Shaking, Trembling... There is no choice left, except surrendering to the dreary Fate.
If only the Tide could rise out of the blues to tear apart the dwelling Darkness,
does the diseased mind be cured... lighting the candles of Courage with the first rays of Trust shining upon...
- Wish the Cry is Audible Enough!!
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మోహన గారూ...,విఘ్నాధిపతిని భక్తితో పూజిద్దాం
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