who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my room again
It never splashed blood
but healed the pain
with one stroke kindled the light
enlightened the dead brain
cutting the shackles and chains
bringing freedom in the midnight
unleashing the strained spirits
healing the woeful plight
giving faces to anonymous prayers
mending hearts of a zillion others
like blood running through the veins
It spoke of miseries that floats in drains
who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my home again
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blame it on Time
ektu bolbe khule?opekha korchi......
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