If get a chance to meet Lord,
and Am asked, to ask for a boon,
Neither I need a luxurious car
Nor a Gorgeous gal,
Nor best job, not anything for which I was longing for,
Would like to pray that, that boon I like,
If the world for me stop for a while,
I want to stop my eyes blink
close my eyes and think
The path on which I am, what is its whereabouts,
Is the same, which I always dream t about,
If not, whose fault is this?
Lord,
The casino of time is on and on
Am losing time every moment.
Getting lost and lost every moment
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