We’re born afterthe winter frost settlesOn the window panesas if it belongs thereAnd falls off baskingin the one chosen ray of the sunlightlike a tear drop of drowning sunLike a miracle, we’re born
What a miracle,We’re taughtThe barbed wire fences,Are to be finally taken offMottos of life, history of peopleWorthy Stories, worthy MenWomen, are to be taken care ofWe’re taughtThe summer precedes autumnAutumn precedes wintersWinters, are the opposite of summersSummers are whenThe dust will move, maybe settleBut you don’t settleYou carry the ashes of summerTo the wintersFor Love belongs in every seasonAnd the barbed wire fencesAre to be finally taken off
We’re not taughtAbout the old man who spent his life knowing,Unable to tell how he knewOr, that the war would come irrespective ofWinters or Summers or AutumnOr, if the train moves in opposite directionYou’ve to wait silently till the whistle fades offAnd that strings clipped to your backsAre not to be talked of in it’s essenceAnd love is what lies ahead of thatBarbed wire fence
And the moment,we finally get upto cross that barbed wire fence,This miracle, this frost, ready to bask in theGlory of all that it’s been told
We’re taughtWhat happensWhen the frost becomes a dropAnd finally, falls off !
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