There are butterflies making a way, not again my heart
Some pieces were lost but I noticed some which still sway, not again my heart
It has never rained so much before, that I've become so drenched
I'm floating in a flood with umbrella moving away, not again my heart
Skies are prettier again even when they're dark
I now become a sky myself so that he can look up to me to stay, not again my heart
Mistakes aren't monuments anymore but just history
Besides the catastrophe I wear a smile everyday, not again my heart.
Is your heart just blood, muscles and valves, Nandini?
No, now there are feelings planning a holiday, not again my heart.
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