I am going back,
There are no love in that place,
There have no any dream,
There have no any touch of mind.
There have true,
A free blue sky,
Grass butterfly,
flying bird,
I am going back,
I don’t know where.
May be it will be very far,
I shall never try
To sit there-
Where I shall be tired
At the sight of river bank.
I don’t want to get any
More memory in my mind.
Which is making me cry.
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