Poets half written poem, the incomplete song a singer sings
nobody appreciates any of the incomplete things
Without saying "I love you", empty gestures are those diamond rings
Nobody understands the real meaning behind incomplete things
Like, With no kingdom and with no queen there can be no king
Life becomes void if your's is filled with incomplete things
A birds beauty is when it flies by flapping its wings
Its better to never have started then to be left with incomplete things
As our eyes get rest whenever we blink
Our minds are at rest when we complete those incomplete things
:Ishant
nobody appreciates any of the incomplete things
Without saying "I love you", empty gestures are those diamond rings
Nobody understands the real meaning behind incomplete things
Like, With no kingdom and with no queen there can be no king
Life becomes void if your's is filled with incomplete things
A birds beauty is when it flies by flapping its wings
Its better to never have started then to be left with incomplete things
As our eyes get rest whenever we blink
Our minds are at rest when we complete those incomplete things
:Ishant
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