When the silence grips, and night engulfs the rush,
Jugni rises... from deep within.
Conversing with herself, who else could she go to.
The shifts she made, attempts to resonate,
have been sincere, turned down hollow.
Asking her being,which owes an answer she believes;
Jugni questions the being; do I exist?
Or is it them', who just made me up?
Me' the answer for the ones around;
Who do I question and May I please ?
Oh Being of mine' speak to me.
may the Jugni Rise...
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