This is the slogan I chose Weary Of Telling Persisting And imploring life Many times Many ways No, cannot Don’t, don’t expect me Don’t go, don’t do Don’t see, don’t hear Don’t talk, leave me alone
Its difficult To reckon How often I’ve Muttered OK OK Let it be Fists inside Clenched.
A girl friend Had taught me so Last life Seeing me weep relentlessly
Here In this life too You are resounding it
OK OK Let it be
Does it mean that I be alone again? That I be a beggar Next life too? That I be Wherever Whatever However?
Why did you Steal my slogan
If you had asked I would have lend it to you For a couple of days.