A thousand splendid sons
Will laugh as u go by
You'll trip and fret and miss a step
Hoping for their prying eye
A thousand splendid sons
Will hug u tight and warm
You'll fight and flee the sanity
And miss the choking charm
You'll call the stars and moon
To grace your dinner treat
And in the midst of wine and power
Your sons will lie in sleep...
Photo courtesy: Varun Raizada
1 comment:
that's some really great sounding meaninglessness..
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