The eyes are moisten since evening,
Again its you whom I am missing..
Bury me, so that I can take some breath,
Senses are ceased now, as if near to death..
Again its you whom I am missing..
Bury me, so that I can take some breath,
Senses are ceased now, as if near to death..
Time do not stay anywhere permanent,
Even its habit is like human temperament..
Although there exist no relationship now,
Although there exist no relationship now,
Still there is an obvious picture, d'nt know how..
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