here
here on Earth
the chains of suffering
attach
attach to me
wherever, whenever.
with them
they bring restlessness
everywhere, whenever
and the parched Soul
cries
'I'm thirsting'
No friendly hand
brings even a mug of
waters.
But the suffering
continues
Destiny smiles cruelly
'I'm thirsting'
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