Buried regrets haunt
When I walk by the building only half lit
Lone man bending over the keyhole on the side that the statue hides-
Half-moon, past midnight living half his life,
When I walk by the building only half lit
Lone man bending over the keyhole on the side that the statue hides-
Half-moon, past midnight living half his life,
As a crow would contemplate sitting on a branch
Which could only be a tall grass
Sinking of an aeroplane, spiralling up and then down
There is something sure about,
Which could only be a tall grass
Sinking of an aeroplane, spiralling up and then down
There is something sure about,
Beautiful Alzheimer-
Appearing, disappearing and finally found.
Appearing, disappearing and finally found.
(Note: the buiding here refers to the main IISc building and the statue to Tata statue in front)
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