Last time I checked, a child was still alive in me. Grow up, Grow up, they kept on saying And now that I did You have changed,they say
Some days, I just sit in silence And drown in the ocean of thoughts, Thoughts of what we could have been If either of us were born in the other religion.
Mix it well Now microwave for 20 min See it wasn't that difficult Maa, but it still wont taste the same
9 months of love and care But the world called him "najayaz" A mother's 'jayaz' love failed And the society won again