Tale کے بول

Every bright possessor of a body floats Dreaming away, awaiting redemption Several often where all bright folks were honest and true Day in, day out, day in, day out, day in, day out Men and women in rugs, criminals and shady characters Their faces ain't matter, didn't see them Their eyes shine in fear of the things to come Their spirit gone forever Waiting for a new tale Their destiny Many comes from stretch of saffron, from their mishaps Never guess of Superior being Man and animal must defy the laws of nature Carved in stone Carved in time The time zone Carved in stone Carved in time The time zone