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.

Written By:

Arshi Yaqoob