
The ear believes
You have to believe the eyes.
It was afternoon when I thought of the morning.
It was dawn to see the twilight
You have to remember
It happened right in front of my eyes.
On the dunes on the stairs of pain
That was never said
Antara should not start
Sanchari Niranjan goodbye
Who can call on the ferry of abandonment
Beyond the boundaries of the sky
Like clockwork in the heart
The short stories of life flow in the silence of the
melody
In non-stop words
Which is ever-changing
Scheduling repairs never started.
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