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Self destruction will only last you till death
You could be much more
With ambition and hunger
In your blood
Why waste the life and spirit that God wasted on you
And why kill the life the dead decided to see in you
Hunger for anything but food
Is good
Think of the land
Waiting for you
The phool in between the pahaar are waiting for you to step on them
Why sleep
When you could run
And leave something for those who don’t have a clue of how wretched they are
Like the orphan you loved
Like all the stars
That watch
From a far
Waiting
To wish from their hearts
When you finally fall