There's no tick-tick
Didn't you see the analog
holding fast the wrist as if an explosion or what
They say many explosive heads
bash each other every night
But cries are heard as if a single skull
a grenade is big, of its own
If only nine months were to end
Her exhales, they pray for, in Tahajjud
Preventing a party inside, fools!
Expensive glass walls, she is broke
So she awaits the cold, Chillai Kalan
Maybe would have grown older than her
Though she doesn't age or does a grenade?
Anyway, a Kanger she has replaced
And people are kind
Never forget to throw Pherans over her
Dead as if a shroud.