Do you know?
The wind, too, can change direction
The birds might leave their nests at dawn
And forget to find their way back
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Now that the breeze has learnt to write
She can choose to rewrite autumn as spring
To redefine spring as waiting
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I have a feeling
That wherever I glance
There will be disaster
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How hard it is to manage life
As hard as making you my friend
There might be a whole new story
Please get to the point
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Kept on compromising on life
kept reciting poetry, kept blazing
I burned down with the lamps
Your arrival was only a dream
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The flower is torn at the heart
Its fragrance befriends the breeze
Who can tell who destroyed it?
We have spent this evening under sentence
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I am trapped in a jungle of voices
In which I cannot spread my wings
Even so, you insist that I take flight
You will not set me free
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I say nothing anywhere, I am silent
While you, as if my lord, order me silent
The story has something to say
But its characters are silent
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Although my feet are worn to shreds
My journey ended nowhere
Because I am incapable
I have neither a lamp nor the ability
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