Strange views I found
Some are true
Many are very curious
A bit of eyes with coldness
The colors and flavors.
A thought which drives me
As how far I have learnt them
And to what they have read me
I never feel alone as
I never feel am different
Something they express
Many things I do
It is my class, pardon
It is our class.
abhimanyu kumar.s
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