Shut not the door,
It is not true
That I am not coming.
I am craving,
And yet I am singing.
Not that I am not singing
In sorrows. For me
Singing and living
Are same thing.
Though the world, you see
Is beautiful, yet
It is very very painful
To live and to lead life.
Dear,just imagine life
And stay cool.
Shut not the door, dear
To get all joy
I am the tool,
I am the love,
I am thelife.
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