Brahmjaal- Magic well of illusion {English version}

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A long time ago, I heard about an illusion made of magic,

I couldn’t able to trust nor believe in it.

Until I saw your mesmerizing eyes,

And the moment you smiled.

Too late to save me,

Too late to not believe in you,

Too late as now I’m trapped in this illusion.

- SHRUTHI

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