A memory!
Just a memory!
On cold nights and unbearable days
Many came to the crusade
One asked me to give what's all mine
Next thing I know:
I am laying somewhere in the territories of crow.
While eating me alive one asked,
What was so precious not to let go?
Was it worth this hell you endow?
I said with a smiling face:
Few memories of my beloved and just a few moments of truth.
Carrying me around like a fish on a hook
I had to withstand this cray.
For what was mine to offer anyway?
-Shaman Kaur
Music: Lata Mangeshkar
Written by NASIR KAZMI
