" Thinking of the days, when having no faith in world.
Always in search of himself. he didn't find any light in the air, but he believed in miracles.
A light came from divine to vanish darkness, to enlighten bereaved. Like a drummer who beats drum to awake ppl in ramazan.
Like a cuckoo bird singing far away in the bushes to cherish tired farmers, who are resting under shading tree.
But mens are greedy in nature, they want to control everything, so he tries to entrap cuckoo to sing only for him, but he forgets that cuckoo song is for whole village and the light is for all bereaved not him. So no light and nor cuckoo can be entrapped.''
Always in search of himself. he didn't find any light in the air, but he believed in miracles.
A light came from divine to vanish darkness, to enlighten bereaved. Like a drummer who beats drum to awake ppl in ramazan.
Like a cuckoo bird singing far away in the bushes to cherish tired farmers, who are resting under shading tree.
But mens are greedy in nature, they want to control everything, so he tries to entrap cuckoo to sing only for him, but he forgets that cuckoo song is for whole village and the light is for all bereaved not him. So no light and nor cuckoo can be entrapped.''
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