There is a village out there So secretive and dark, Distinguished by its long lamp shades and struggling winds. Two thousand thoughts hovered in the sky, while thousand bed lights still produced its daughters. Figures outliving years are landmarks to this village. A man with just two front teeth, Clutches firmly to the tattered ajrak shawl, A sleepy signpost that showed the wrong direction, An ambulance driver stiffened by the law of death, A local singer with no admirers, A vintage gramophone playing Ghost songs, Make the artifacts of village. An old man who lost his way to house, Is looking up for a familiar song And registering it in him. To the east of the land, There is a crack in the mountain Through which beasts send their messengers, Dwarfs and giants, Irrespective of size,join their hands deciding not to quit. There is a mother crying over the coats of her dead son, Consoled by the prayers of the priest. The boy who is obsessed with shadows Finds h
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