Submerged in water, breathless in air, or tortured on land. Perished, splintered. What, where, when? Another page in man's history of penchant for mystery, but fraught with unending expectancy, hope and fear for the kith and kin of those connected with the missing lives. When, where is the closure? What is the end of the story?
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Poochho naa kaise maine rain bitaayi
Ik pal jaise, ik yug beeta,
Yug beete mohe neend naa aayi
Poochho naa kaise maine rain bitaayi
Ut jale deepak it man meraa
Phir bhi naa jaaye mere ghar kaa andheraa
Tadpat tarsat umar ganvaayi
Poochho naa kaise maine rain bitaayi
Naa kahin chandaa, naa kahin taare Jyot ke pyaase mere,nain bichaare
Bhor bhi aas ki kiran naa laayi
Poochho naa kaise maine rain bitaayi
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