Restless people look towards platform for train to come
They die to see their loved ones alight and run towards them
As mirthless smiles of people on other platform pray not the train to come
They die bit by bit as tears tide… not to see their loved ones go away
And here I am… A tiny little boy right beside the railway tracks
Waving my hands to everyone… who ever comes… who ever goes
They die to see their loved ones alight and run towards them
As mirthless smiles of people on other platform pray not the train to come
They die bit by bit as tears tide… not to see their loved ones go away
And here I am… A tiny little boy right beside the railway tracks
Waving my hands to everyone… who ever comes… who ever goes
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