They also kept moving forward
.someone s sweet tongue is considered a flaw
Like someone s bad tone was claimed as good
Who was he who yesterday at my doorstep
.at mid day kept a burning mud lamp
What can be asked from others of their tragedies
.each and every tale is etched in memories
.our nomadicness all our life
..swearing to God it was a borrowed life on rent
..was this not a blessing showered on
..they kept us always in their dating eyes
..gauher they turned to come back after ages
..to find starvation awaited them at the door
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