swollen skies
beating rains
frail trees
fallen grass
buried roads
unburied lives!
lightless streets
listless deeds
leaking coats
peeking crows
yawning cows
barking dogs
blind traffic
callous cars
stiff muscles
stretched nerves
cold world
rugged life
take your sack, ride your bike
get through all and hit the bull
That’s when my dear son,
You become the real Indian Thug!
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