People come, people go.
People come, people stay.
Many have stood and gone.
I been through to them.
One came, penetrated
And went away.
I sat waiting,
She never been back.
One day, I stood
And came out.
Now I see, I had stood, at
My through to this present.
I thought she was in me,
But in her I stood.
When I came out, she was there.
And she is my through.
-Jatri
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