Someday
When no feelings are enforced
When we won't need those postcards
When we are deemed friends by guards
Then I will take you for a long stroll
By the path where iron wheels roll
Holding hands I will narrate you tales
Of times when willows hid moon like veils
When full moon will smile on the bunks
Of the peasant guards put above tree trunks
Stories of Bram Ram Chok And Tasrufdars
Under the sky full of stars
Giggles of blond haired "Memes"
Who fished in noisy streams
Everything but this plight or tears
For in our faith we don't discuss nightmares
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