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From sea level
To lake level
Across seven seas
In a plane
In a jail
Escaping the noose
Falling in a valley
And fighting croc too
Taking blame
Killing poor Adi
All he did was
Fall in love
Taking on Roshni
Under her wing
Heralding New Adi
Exposing Param
Somebody's Ishima
Somebody's mama
Now in the bowels of the earth
Of ideas there is no dearth
Immune to gun shots
Wounds and scars
The Bhallas move on
Celebrating marriages
Mourning funerals
Where they will
Take us next
No one can say
Black magic
Ghosts are at their
Beck and Call
They lie in morgues
Come to life from burning pyres
Meandering between
All these hazards of life
And living they
Take us and
Bring as safely through
So we can go to bed
At 11 pm everyday