"My belief.
On the eve
I'll receive
The love -
That got deceived.
At your last foot step
Maybe I'll weave
The memories
You leave.
Before that final step out
Maybe, my voice stammer
And heart shouts
That hinder your exit
Maybe for a while
You turn back
To tell me I'm not a maniac
And that's the new habitat.
From the days we fought
To the days we didn't talk
I'll always believe
There was little more
That we could have reaped..."
- Pushkin Channan
On the eve
I'll receive
The love -
That got deceived.
At your last foot step
Maybe I'll weave
The memories
You leave.
Before that final step out
Maybe, my voice stammer
And heart shouts
That hinder your exit
Maybe for a while
You turn back
To tell me I'm not a maniac
And that's the new habitat.
From the days we fought
To the days we didn't talk
I'll always believe
There was little more
That we could have reaped..."
- Pushkin Channan
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