Winter’s Morning
When I get up in the morning
I wish to see your face with grace
Simply I want to chase
The promises we had made
On the bank of Ganges
The fog was as heavy as drizzling on our face
We are trying to get heat from the tea break
With a bitter taste of black
People say what nonsense
At least care about yourself
But we were happy at that place
With our heavy body and bulky caps
After some time there is mild sunshine
Which makes every creature smile
This is the toughest time for us
We have to leave with hope
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Komentarze