
I have come across thousands of winters,
I have ignored so many spring,
I am the curse of Durbasha,i m the bird of flame...
Will never return to your morning,
to play with light in his face,
will never return to your day,
your Shiv mandir,where some other Dhani will pray.
Will never return to ur evening,
not in busy household chores,
Will never return to your night,
where box of complaints,and demon would love and fight.
Life here is as it goes,
from ghat of Banaras,to Mumbai ghettos,
here season never change,only one winter,
i m no more the innocence i was,can u remember?
Sorry fiends could not proceed as I promised,d show ended, end it was which broke my heart, didnt feel like writing anything.but had to finish it as queen Elsa already made d siggy before i could even write.thanks for bearing with me,one or two more.