Nakshatra Phule
Crime Children
Who stole the gold box?
A thief as sly as a fox
I don't have any clue
But the suspect is you
The box was very rare
So I had to take care
But now it is lost
Such money it cost
What should I say
To the girl named May
Hope
Good Life
In A Book
Christmas
Trees
Winter
The Robbery
Spring
Her death wasn't entirely her choice, Her death wasn't entirely her choice,
Mr. Chaplin crawling out, An arm out, a leg twisted, Mr. Chaplin crawling out, An arm out, a leg twisted,
Behind the crimes they had done....... Behind the crimes they had done.......
She's a flower Not a thorn, She's a flower Not a thorn,
Standing by the side of the road, Wrapped up from the chill of a Delhi winter evening; Standing by the side of the road, Wrapped up from the chill of a Delhi winter...
The children gets a small time of happiness to raise... The children gets a small time of happiness to raise...
Do we even remember the cause behind? Do we even remember the cause behind?
I was not born, I was killed in my mother's womb. I was not born, I was killed in my mother's womb.
Her mother hugged her and said "Take care" Her mother hugged her and said "Take care"
Thank you, for the social experiment you did With my 5 year old sister Thank you, for the social experiment you did With my 5 year old sister
A girl running in the dark street.. With a lots of pain in her eyes, A girl running in the dark street.. With a lots of pain in her eyes,
Was ironically poisoned to death... Was ironically poisoned to death...
In the dim lit shady lawn, You were scared to even yawn. In the dim lit shady lawn, You were scared to even yawn.
I met a lady and fell for her clemency, I met a lady and fell for her clemency,
I remember, When I opened my eyes, I remember, When I opened my eyes,
I killed a phoenix, and it did not rise I was dead cruel, gave up to my vice. I killed a phoenix, and it did not rise I was dead cruel, gave up to my vice.
What joy had my soul beseeched? Through broken dreams its elixir leached. What joy had my soul beseeched? Through broken dreams its elixir leached.
The sunlight sprouts, as it gives light to the spree of life. The sunlight sprouts, as it gives light to the spree of life.
He tries to strangle her In a fit of rage He tries to strangle her In a fit of rage
Nice... Nice...
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