A perfect rainy Delhi morning
After months of sweltering heat
You Are My Only Way
When the love-light lies
His iron-fisted tyrannyHis villainy, his reign,His icy and remorseless grip is…
There was a man Who had three sons.And boy those sons knew howto have some fun!
Though I weepI will singThough I keepWonderingIf I’m doneIf I’m spentOverrunDiscontent
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