Hello. My name is Nikhil Ranadive...I'm sixteen, gay, and I live in New Delhi, India.
Isn't this the most beautiful poem you have ever read?:
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
It's called "He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven," by William Butler Yeats. That piece is so beyond me...read it again, and let it inspire you!
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