1not in an anthropological moodGanavya
2first notebook of songsGanavya
5el kebda, let it goGanavya
6we made it to the underpassGanavya
7our mother is our daughter is our motherGanavya
8(sister said) home is a directionGanavya
9we’re still at the underpassGanavya
10call it luck if you want toGanavya
11call her by her name, enheduannaGanavya
12growing sense of wonderGanavya
13I walk again, eyes towards the SkyGanavya
