Bhitar se utpanna huyin.
Maya meri ladki
Jisko mein bahut pyar karta hun,
Apne se bhi besi.
Maya my daughter,
Maya, Illusion,
Illusion born from within.
Maya my daughter
Whom love I very much,
Leaving me and myself behind.
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A rajanigandha stick
By the photograph.Tear drops welling into the eyesAnd falling from,Trickling down the cheeksAnd I going.Bye,Good bye, bye!
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A half-naked fakir with a lathiStriding aloneIn dhoti and shawl.
Under the moonlit nights
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