Rohan Nambiar Biography

Alone Alone in my heart
Dwells a sense of huskness
Come to me my pretty lady
With a whisp of love
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Its noon, its noon
Sitting outside, a gentle breeze
Followed with a touching smell
Continues on and on
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Sinking ships, New born babies
Whom to look up?
In the speedy world
Floating lifes, Betful matches
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Down flowing river
Elloping with sea
Every where, Every part
This wonderful phenomenon
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Creeping dead sound bells
Comes to lost minds
Mystic feel of fear
May evoke at the war front
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