Dying stains

                                                                        Far past (bhai bhota)

Dark and White,
Pictures gloomy and bright,
Come one after the other,
At dead of winter nights.

Twists and turns
And the fluctuating fortunes,
The drying of egos
And the dying stains;

All are here, to welcome back,
The times of forgiving,
It is never too late,
And the blood is never replaced.