Shashank Bhardwaj

But let me see thee scoop from heaven on wings
That fill the sky with silvery grittings
–  John Keats

This is a mere effort, a sight which believes in the might of the words and their ability to transcend voices to the heart.A variety of feelings which would go down the drain.A reminiscence of events,hoping to bleak through the heaven, a heaven that resides inside each of us,untouched,innocent and pure.