Khagendra BC

We dreamt, dreamt, and are dreaming very big Isn’t it too much of dreaming?

Sweetie! Your love for me,  In the first place, was hotter than scalding fire,  Cooler than freezing snow,

Zowie! I do have loads of songs. But none to hark them. Do I have poetries?  Huh! Sure I do. However, who has time to savor them? Oh! Plethora of stories bombard my skull.

Hands of action never get rusted. Man of action never gets starved.