You still are at your mourning
Waiting for some answers from the wind
Forgetting what a fickle thing it is
Passes on without a word
And you think they are whispers
The sound of tousled leaves
And the swish around things.
*Written after watching 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' by Mira Nair*
Waiting for some answers from the wind
Forgetting what a fickle thing it is
Passes on without a word
And you think they are whispers
The sound of tousled leaves
And the swish around things.
*Written after watching 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' by Mira Nair*
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