How small she was... And how big were her dreams. The dust on the school uniform might have started playing, but the pain in her tired breath that day... She was not the breath of an innocent, but a scream - which no one has heard.
जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण जय हो राधाकृष्ण