your lives
in the miserable skeletons
with a hopeless heart trembles
and what about us?
You like
a bunch of hungry ghosts wander aimlessly
and we
and all of ours,
expand the girth of our bellies
You long for
a drop of water
and we-
draw out water from the depth of the earth
only to empty in the gutters.
We
on the peepal of fate
encircle the sacred thread of faith and
resting on the pillow of predictions of fate
sleep even at high noon.
and what about you?
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