I want to hear from you remaining silent,
All about your house, family, place and surroundings,
Will you not tell me?
Now-a-days who talks to whom, who has got the time to talk to,
All the big talkers, I mean the gosip-masters of yesteryears
Are almost gone now,
Is it not the truth?
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