I am alive.
I am rich. I have food.
I have clothes. I have books.
I have wants, and I have water
I have words and a shelter.
I have education. I have time.
I have fantasies. And rights.
I have. What you could never find.
I have choices.
And you aren't even alive.
170 and counting: Migrant workers killed by the lockdown
I have saved few drops
For pineapples and shrines.
For even though it doesn't
I need to make humanity rhyme.
For even though I'm elite
I can't show what I hide.
India let 65 lakh tonnes of grain go to waste in four months, even as the poor went hungry
I am rich. I have food.
I have clothes. I have books.
I have wants, and I have water
I have words and a shelter.
I have education. I have time.
I have fantasies. And rights.
I have. What you could never find.
I have choices.
And you aren't even alive.
170 and counting: Migrant workers killed by the lockdown
I have saved few drops
For pineapples and shrines.
For even though it doesn't
I need to make humanity rhyme.
For even though I'm elite
I can't show what I hide.
India let 65 lakh tonnes of grain go to waste in four months, even as the poor went hungry
"Let it be, let it be
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."
Let it be, yeah, let it be
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."
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