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When I Woke Up that City was not there
Humanity to shear threads, Humanity embarrassed
Loneliness, smoke and uncertainty, no story,
Sorrows tied with silent and mute gory.
As some treasure won, of course treasure of smiles and glee,
Now separated like leaves from tree.
When I woke up there was nothing,
When I woke up that city was not there.
What is this, that you are fighting for?
Way of happiness is not this, so far.
The one who dipped me in my own blood,
That person was one of my old friend, a bosom bud.
When I woke up it was not the same,
When I woke up that city was not there.
You burned them, I lost them nowhere,
May be the ashes still in the air.
Buried them under the tree I sheltered,
Humanity to shear threads, Humanity embarrassed,
Burning fire, loneliness and long story…. who survived to share?