Being a healer or friend

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If love is a contagious disease 

Then I would love to spread it 

Among the needy one 

Being a healer or friend. 

 The hands raised to grab 

The eyes looked to hope 

The feet stepped to beg 

The tongue secrated to liquid 

The skin hoped to shed 

Yes I want to be there 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They never know 

The melody of Krishna's flute 

But the rhythm of vocal beauty 

As a feriwala or street vendor. 

They live in days and nights 

Not in the ages. 

Yes I want to feel the mirage 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They have no candle and diya to lit 

But I've compassion to share. 

They have no color to play 

But I've a hope for them to gear 

They have nothing to feel 

But I'm desperate to spread love 

Being a healer or friend.