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We're captured,

In our own rooms,

In our own minds,

In our own worlds,

And in the lines of our hands.

That we often forget,

The existence of others,

Until someone knocks on the door,

To ask how we are,

To become a part of our lives,

And to hold our hands,

When we need someone to just hold us.

Kaid hai unn lakeeron mein,

Takdeer jo agar teri,

Toh aa haath aisa thaame hum,

Ki saath na choote kabhi.

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