The afternoon she came,
to change our lives...
To burn our hopes,
to make us cry....
She gave us no time,
to respond and try....
She had a terrible urge,
to burn and sly.....
and for her it's a daily game,
I keep waiting for her.....
To ask, why he does?
What it does?
What more will it take?
and what it will leave behind?
I want it to be me,
It's next pie......
Set me free, i want to fly...
To my man!! my dad!!! my thy....
written and art by - Vishal Deep Sarangal
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