They couldn’t speak! They were maimed!
They now are far from where they’re named!
They wanted to eat – so they’re on feet!
We turn a blind eye – This is called deceit!
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My eyes breathe the air of your imagination
And distorts the image of the surroundings I walk in.
I shall accept my loss from this world into you
In you I shall survive, in you I shall die...
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1.
As I slip into my dreams
With the spell of your lullabies.
As I dip into my dreams-
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Appearing as foul creatures
The street Beggers
Day and night they’re meant to strive
On crumbs of bread they must survive
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Mute
They couldn’t speak! They were maimed!
They now are far from where they’re named!
They wanted to eat – so they’re on feet!
We turn a blind eye – This is called deceit!
They couldn’t speak! They needed cure!
To hear their fatal wounds, nobody’s pure!
Dengue, Malaria and blackened feet!
We pretend to be deaf – This is called deceit!
They couldn’t speak! They needed home!
Like nomads on sand, they rest in their roam
They wanted roof, shelter, warm feet!
We live on double beds - This is called deceit!
They couldn’t speak! They were mute!
They suffered pain and tears – chronic or acute!
They needed our help, give them wheat!
We fight for our own – This is called deceit!