Our passports are never renewed.
The old passports have become defunct.
Our identity was at stake, so was lost.

We visit the identity offices to return back without identity.
In our homes, we are strangers.
We try to know each other but in vain.

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The animals belong to a group, the birds have their nests and the snakes have their holes;
But we have no identity.
The little children look at bleak future,

The youth are lost in a mirage
And the old are lost in strangeness.
Our passports are never renewed.

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ON A LONG ROAD

We need permissions to enter into our houses,
Clothes, bodies, thoughts and hearts are checked.
Ideologically different are put behind bars,

Seditious hearts are eaten raw.
Differently-coloured are segregated,
Our passports are never renewed.

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