B Raisinghani
Drama
Our own image to favour which
We break relations with all
We roam direction less
And at the end
Find our corpse biting
Like serpent on our own shoulders
No one to help to provide relief
Ego journey continues
Our Own Image
Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but got trapped immediat... Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but ...
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.
On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom. On that day I will be proud to say “We have freedom.
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.
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
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...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
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,
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,
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
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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