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Heading towards a narrow lane I lost in the dark street of lamps, I couldn't focus on a single sound just for a sec, The sounds from the bells of prosperity, Fighting to get into my ears just like a tale, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, I'm trying to look at the green signals coming from several directions, On my way, I'm trying to distract myself as much as I can, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, After looking at the guards giving the green signals, I feel they are very much genuine and way better sane, They're guiding just to those like me, In fact quite worse and better conditioned people to a right track, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, The lane getting too narrow and dark, That I cannot walk towards the darkness of my age, But I will try to crawl into it, Till the breath helps my soul to remain into my flesh, Because this time my soul wants to get settle and stabilized, Rather than my body, Which one day would becom...
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Heading towards a narrow lane I lost in the dark street of lamps, I couldn't focus on a single sound just for a sec, The sounds from the bells of prosperity, Fighting to get into my ears just like a tale, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, I'm trying to look at the green signals coming from several directions, On my way, I'm trying to distract myself as much as I can, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, After looking at the guards giving the green signals, I feel they are very much genuine and way better sane, They're guiding just to those like me, In fact quite worse and better conditioned people to a right track, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, The lane getting too narrow and dark, That I cannot walk towards the darkness of my age, But I will try to crawl into it, Till the breath helps my soul to remain into my flesh, Because this time my soul wants to get settle and stabilized, Rather than my body, Which one day would becom...
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Her repetitive talk She took my head, softly to her lap, Began to curl my hairs with her fingers,  I was listening her anecdote, About her family, her childhood, her friends, Her enemies, and her mesmerising outlook. But her talk went so much iterative, I shouted "Mumma! stop your talk, it is too much repetitive". She quite herself for a while, Then I had to make her happy again, I was roaming back and forth around her, "What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?" I planned, Suddenly she turned back having tears in her eyes, And said,  "My child don't stop to heed me, I know Sometimes I went crazy and limitless, I have no one to pour out,  I have just you in my limits at this age." By imagining me at her age and condition. I found, I would have no one, I couldn't do anything even I cannot walk, Bye! Bye! "I am going to continue her repetitive talk."
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We smile to your swamping hut We cry to your depressed state on the TV spot, We shy to hold a helping hand of yours, We pretend to be Godfather of yours, And you... And you quite to stay strong, You attempt to put a smile over your sadist cloth, You are waiting for the time to show, You bestow upon your God, They are the audience of your show, If you... If you tilt from your way of hope,  Your dreams would have blown by a shore, And you blow like a kite of cutted knot!
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Casual War She was crawling into my lap,  I took her with my hands, Bring close to left cheek with my right hand on her head, She tried to grab my left ear ring,  Then I took her in front of my eyes, into my hands,  Began to chuckle her stomach with my head, To hear the giggling smile of her. Than a heralding sound of bang I heard,  I went out to see my husband, I moved away from her,  I couldn't find my husband,  when I returned, the nearby people informed that,  They took her out of the kraddle inside the house,  And then they heard sounds of several gunshots,  I thought it was a casual war of blaming others and obligations, But I was wrong, Because then I have to collect her pieces from the road, Have to stop the wild dogs to eat her flesh with rancid bread of loaf. 
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