Let me build a habitation
In a span of the rainbow
A rainbow spanning a valley
Perhaps somewhere unknown.
To escape from this wasteland
Where people jostle
In some routine menial task
Where there is no living
But mere surviving
Dictated by lords of in logic
Of the impulses born of reaction.
Away from the gloomy gates
Where the dull brain retards
The entry of soul’s passage
Into wider vistas
Which ever confined to a world
Narrowly and a small.
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