Jashn Hai Zindagi

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A little sweet or a little sour.

How I wonder what we are.

Peace on our lips, but a gun in the drawer.

A humble giant or a proud dwarf standing on a tower.

A majestic black emperor, barefoot on tar.

Or a fairer nomad wandering aimless in a car.

Pretty Medusas or fairies with scars.

A yet-to-twinkle talented little star.

Or a cacophone but with a golden guitar.

Joyous soldiers in a festive hour.

Or beastly priests, planning and killing as if at war.

A satan up above the world so high.

Or a diamond buried somewhere in a coal mine.

Fresh green lively thorns or rotten lifeless replusive flowers.

A little sweet or a little sour.

How I wonder what we are.