Whose house I know not,
But I am sure, not mine.
I am unable to tell anything,
But you are there with words.
Time is there and it is flowing,
I am not the person who can
Fetch the same water again like
In the same house no two persons
Can stay at the same time.
I am going out, you please come in
With as many colors as you like,
But remember you are at the exit point.
I know you are the exodus and
The passage of this house.
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