When night cold winds blow,
The warm lights of the room glow,
The penny on the road remain cornered,
in one of the Roadside meander.
Its here where the light runs out.
Its here where the Sun shines out,
Its here where the Stars are never realized,
Its here where emotions sales cheap...
Its here where the root base of the coconut goes down...
Seeping up the sap, the way it want...
Its the hard of poverty,
Where the light shall once grant...
The air of life,
The air of prosperity.
----- Somnath.
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