It felt like a film running through the reel
Black and white, more black than white, Actually grey and black. White would be pure eh? Or white too.
making perfect sense, and not. Clear and blurry.
How did it feel to be carried on four shoulders? wondering today, he held onto an edge of the palanquin. Yes, he'd call it a palanquin. Maybe because he didn't have enough guts to call it what it really truly was, or maybe because She was always his princess, no matter what everyone else thought. Said.
Sapnay Samaitay, Dil Haar ke, yeh maan ke, chal diyeh
Khudh ko lapaitay, iss bahaar mein, dil haar ke, hum chalein,
Walking through acres of land, of colors, of love, of scents. Still wondering.
Jab Rang sab azad hain, toh mausam naraz hain kyun?
Saday libaas mein, Sawan naraz hai kyun?
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