Bikash Chaurasiya

Never expect a yield of milk from a bull.

Find my wrongdoings and blame it on me,Willingly I will accept the fact.I will not change as per your perspective,but will surely not hurt you,While I am being myself.

The world has been blind in the presence of artificial lights.They blame on the darkness in broad daylight.

The world has been blind in the presence of artificial lights.They blame about the darkness in broad daylight.

Do something worth praise,The world turns blind,And get ready to face the rage,When you are just being kind.

One can be kind,one can be helpful,but it takes a heart and an effort to understand.

The black clouds and the white clouds,Black means rain White means no rainToday it was different,It rained despite of white clouds.And nobody got wet.

I dreamt of paradise for long,Kept my patience intact,But when sourness hit the bong,I couldn't bear the fact.The sky has its limit,So do I,Hold back and sit,It's always been a bye.The touch of reality,Never touched you,It's been my fantasy,Waiting in the queue.Differences are many,Likenesses are few,Something so uncanny,Always existed in my hue.Deep into the vault,I will bury,This everlasting cult,Not in hurry,Not in fury.