Those rings i blow, i blow fighting those thoughts
They come like wrecking ball
Knocking at my hearts wall
I turn to those packs to absorb
Those shocks
Mildly standing tall with the cracks
They burn making me wiser
They tell me i will die younger
I anyways wouldn’t last with all those cracks that longer.
Har fiqr ko dhuve mein udata chala gaya!
POV-My Point Of view 