Waves do occur in Land,
Even the great earth shivers,
Shaking the unshakable,
Wiping the glow and charm,
Dark hole looms ahead.
Waves do occur in Land,
Am I drunk, or The World?
Even Drukers have limit.
But the Holy juice,
Liquidifies the unliquidified.
Even the great earth shivers,
Wind from North is usual,
But not this vibration,
Even Mighty Nature do handshakes,
But Human Handshakes are short.
Shaking the unshakable. And,
Trembling down the mountain,
Viral tremors arrives,
Sweeping away the smiles,
Dark hole looms ahead.
Wiping the glow and charm,
Pleasant faces fades.
Someone light the fire,
To make our Holy Land warm,
And us as bright as the silver star.
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