Intuitions of my last life

At times out of curiosity,

I sit alone, all in melancholy,

I think for myself in this life,

what I was before I died the last time..

I must have been a lover,

who died for his fille's beauty,

and so even today,

I feel her humming around me..

I must have been a revolutionary,

one of those brave hearts with Bismalji,

that revolutionized the incident of Kakori,

and so even today I feel that blood with me..

I must have been a writer,

who used to scribe peace and love,

who wrote of memories and charm,

and of the peace in his lover's arm..

I must have been that brave man,

who fought against injustice forced upon a poor's earn,

and so even today I shed a tear,

when I see a poor man live with fear..

I am not so sure of who I was,

but I am sure I was not the one,

who bought a tear on an innocent's face,

because even today I live that way..

I have reincarnated that way,

the way I was in my last life..

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