Nidhi Poddar
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Blizzards and hailstorms
The thundering of storms and falling of trees
Instant fire in pain.
Choking and smoking of cigarettes
Do the industries all die in vain?
He said yes, xxx.
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Just like a rock, I stood across the shore, Giant tides hit me hard, Just like a rock, I stood across the shore, Giant tides hit me hard,
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
It's all about perspectives, That creates the scenes. It's all about perspectives, That creates the scenes.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
I look up in the skies in search of hope, I look up in the skies in search of hope,
In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks. In this vast ocean of life, We sail on a drowning boat. So Enjoy till it sinks.
Live, cherish and smile This was my job, my role. Live, cherish and smile This was my job, my role.
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys, I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys,
Yes, I am alone; and yes I am free to be anything I want, Yes, I am alone; and yes I am free to be anything I want,
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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