sleeping
on a mound
of dreams
made of
dung
taken for
a ride by
the rich
TB in
his lungs
wanting
to die but
death plays
hide and seek
rusty locks on
his tongue
now with
the return
of the am
admi party
he might
live again
zindagi ki
jung ,,
from a tree
in desperation
he could have
hung he was
crazy mentally
disturbed
high strung
zindagi ke
kitne rang
kabhi khushi
kabhi tang
ubharti
dhoobti
umang
