The Colour
Dalan Jahan
Father used to say don't paint air
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My mother slept
In the Corner of the filed
Dont digging the land...
In the way of new her journey
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Hunger grows in this city
The rickshaws run away with eternal thirst
In the streets, the wax-enchanted sky winds down the autumn sarees! Saree falls!
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waxen light
flowing over the River.
astonished flowers are astonished
By the sorrow of venerate tower.
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