Once again,
Through the windows of my heart,
I am looking at people,
Who are distant apart.
By a mere distance of misunderstanding,
I saw this fashion of misunderstanding,
In everyone’s tradition.
People give up their fight, their hope,
All only because of this little thread,
Thread that holds the sun and the moon together,
Thread that binds one’s blind.
Which when lit up by that pure soul,
Can show down with flying colors,
Amidst the darkness of night.
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