The distant people from afar wait
For the chance when they become men like us
Even though we have similar trait
We are separated by the gap of iniquity
There is hunger, depression, the unrelenting devil
That unleashes itself from hell
Crushing these people with a kevel
Destroying every aspect about them
We have tried to help the distant world
Giving them what we can and what we have
But the distant is a place of cruel
Nothing much seems to change for the brighter
Will there be a star in the future that will shine
And bring those in need out of their nightmare
Will everything be settled and fine
Or is it that we have hoped for too much
How is it that them and us, of the same kind
Are so much different only
In our lives, but not in our mind
Yet, they are still waiting
Socha tha tu hamara hoga...
dubte tinke ko jaise sahara hoga...
Socha tha ab nahe hoge tanhai se rubaru...
socha tha hoge fr nai zindagi shuru...
Lekin bhul gaye the kaha aati h khusiyaan hame raas... bus kevel tanhai hai aur rahege hamare pass...
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