-listening for the knock , the house without doors
-sketching lines of fate on my hands
-don't you know what holds future for me
-buried deep in the tomb of age old traditions
-life is a wound, not a fresh one unhealed
-silences come on pick up stones to fling
-no song, no sigh, no sound is heard
-beauty shall be observed by expert eye
-no scars on face, eyes bloodshot
-why pray for rains waiting off season
-spirits have no idea of bodies existence
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