Here again we are standing against the wall of silence,
time has made us partners of sorrow.
Merchants of terror have spread their wares on the road.
I was only a name.
Hundreds of miles....fear was darting
nobody knows who will become unfaithful.
Prayer demands subjugation.
Life sucks the laughter,
we want to go back to childhood,
shut the eyes and recite the hymns of history,
when prophets were roaming in neighbourhood.