Iam having wards with thunders,
ask light to stay away from me.
In this dark night all pain will melt,
ask fire to wither in me.
It is not sin to be lost in waves,
ask birds to sing with me.
I harbor a dream in my eyes,
Ask birds to sing with me
Iam walking on the passage of fire,
ask dew to calm me.
My life is obbessed with grief,
Ask god to kill me.
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