A memory!

Just a memory!

On cold nights and unbearable days

Many came to the crusade

One asked me to give what's all mine

Next thing I know:

I am laying somewhere in the territories of crow.

While eating me alive one asked,

What was so precious not to let go?

Was it worth this hell you endow?

I said with a smiling face:

Few memories of my beloved and just a few moments of truth.

Carrying me around like a fish on a hook

I had to withstand this cray.

For what was mine to offer anyway?

-Shaman Kaur

Music: Lata Mangeshkar

Written by NASIR KAZMI