Kominas (The)
Par Desi
Of feedback I've had my fill, within a room lodged in a wallsomewhere in Central Square, where men smash six-string idols.They tried to stomp me out, but they only fueled the flamesBoots crushing my shoulders, where angels chose not to remain.Where do I point the blame, when men scatter like moths?No time for 99 names amidst the noise and clamorHow'd I get here, from the land of long monsoons?In Lahore it's raining water, in Boston it rains boots.They tried to stomp me out, but they only fueled the flamesBoots crushing my shoulders, where angels chose not to remain.
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