Left in turmoil times
And lost a will to fly
Lonely thousand kilometres from home,

We lost you
not forgiving
In our open palms

For others,
Hearts of stone could not break
those who look like you
Busy in act of apostasy,

Hope is a miracle
It glitters in darkness
Stillness of life

And gives a joy of living
In an aroma of staginess,
You are (im) mortal
Dwells in the universe
Flowing in the seas


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