BREATHING


What kind of a habit is breathing
What kind of a tradition is it to keep on living
Not even a slight movement in the body anywhere
No shadow in the eyes
The feet are stunned, they keep on moving
There is a journey, that keeps on flowing
For how many years, how many centuries
Keep on living, keep on living

Habits are such strange things..

*GULZAR

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