With you to get into the chaotic sea
I must return to my tribe
Unthoughful of him to cut me down
Who is with me, with whom I stand
Many a times I wonder as I die
beware, take care to pass me ruthlessly
Ignore me , just quietly walk past me
Last time--weird sadness prevailed in air
Looking at him with tear filled eyes
He who was seen strongly built
Is collapsing completely shattered
His knowledge , his high spirits keep on growing
Roshane explained herself by rejecting herself
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