tr. from Varun Grover's 'Kya Karein'
I feel empty
like the last breath,
and no matter
how much balm the morning holds,
it is always less;
what else to do, but walk,
what else to do, but see this through;
when we were young, we were told
"Life is innocent (true!)"
now we know, now that the bullet's
going through.
I feel empty
like the last breath,
and no matter
how much balm the morning holds,
it is always less;
what else to do, but walk,
what else to do, but see this through;
when we were young, we were told
"Life is innocent (true!)"
now we know, now that the bullet's
going through.
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| Varun Grover |
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