These Memories And Little Things
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
In silence of nights and darkness of skies
Is the time these memories rise
A lady dreams about running in wild
Searching for her long buried little child
An addicted teenager dreams about how bad was his fate
The day he had tried his first cigarette
And the forlorn husband about the day his wife ran away
And so hopelessly hopes that she had come back a day
And an old lady of those wicked wars
in which her husband joined those shiny stars
But among them all a little soul sleeps
Thinking of how beautifully his mother sings
By: Akhilesh Agarwal
In silence of nights and darkness of skies
Is the time these memories rise
A lady dreams about running in wild
Searching for her long buried little child
An addicted teenager dreams about how bad was his fate
The day he had tried his first cigarette
And the forlorn husband about the day his wife ran away
And so hopelessly hopes that she had come back a day
And an old lady of those wicked wars
in which her husband joined those shiny stars
But among them all a little soul sleeps
Thinking of how beautifully his mother sings
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