The one who exists with out existence..behind the shades without knowing her own identity..the one who behind all the forbidden masterpieces God had left under this small roof..for any one ,any thing every throat lamented her calling..still...are oh badmash..
Thou...
Never ever recognized...never known..No ink wrote thy story..no artist drawn thy painting with thy colours..but it was thou-a silent but strong line scratched against the heart of mother earth..every day without fail thy hands feed us pouring love with taste..comfort us,more than duty..embarace the smiles and pain of us..been a part of our little naughtiness..like a blanket..thou warmed us...
We..
The ones Never known thou,who forgot thy motherhood..the ones who failed to realize the lamentations behind thy mask..and the stream passes in d name of thy feelings, the salt in thy tears..and..sweetness in thy care..who never counted thy existence as a companion soul...
US...
Always stamped as vulnerable, and Becomes the prey of a thousands of eyes...fighting against the current..still forced to remain behind the curtains..while the main act is conquered by someone else...
But when u realize me and u are one...and our face is one..the realizations will once becomes words and thus u will also start to calling them....'are oh badmash'
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