With the break of the dawn
some melody makes its presence
the prayers of the holy man
dipped the town in sweet essence.
The daily, first call of Azaan
from the green mosque nearby
spoke their devotion with cries of
Allah
Which made me to flow by.
But today no calls, no cries
seems everything's lost, it may
still we will meet My Lord
I say,
At the great judgment day
At the great judgment day.
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