Hassan Saeed
Abstract Drama
She was the epitome of feminine personality.
Someone who's still not over her voice,
An orator himself.
A poet himself.
Grief
Stories
Confession
A Child Again
Epitome
Best Friend
My Twenties
I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut. I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut.
In the modern reverie, we find our embrace. In the modern reverie, we find our embrace.
In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold. In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold.
Maya's spirit in her steps does shine. Maya's spirit in her steps does shine.
I am no one among my own. I am no one among my own.
Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability. Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability.
I'll go on anyway. I'll go on anyway.
A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light. A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light.
In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream. In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream.
In this green symphony, we find our grace. In this green symphony, we find our grace.
Battling the darkness that shrouds the night. Battling the darkness that shrouds the night.
A radiant part of this sacred dream. A radiant part of this sacred dream.
In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside. In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside.
In Priya's yellow, love takes flight. In Priya's yellow, love takes flight.
In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light. In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light.
Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits. Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits.
With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace. With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace.
We are common people, facing the brunt of the police. We are common people, facing the brunt of the police.
The essence of Navratri, burning so right. The essence of Navratri, burning so right.
Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust
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