To My Home Town
There is a place I know,
Free from hustle of today,
Still there waiting for me,
For I believe I will go there one day.
One thing I can’t stop,
Thinking of the place where once I used to live.
When my thought goes to the tranquil terrain,
In difficulties I find place to retrieve.
The place where I first learned,
To stand and shake,
The room where I learned,
To dream and wake.
The smell of soil touched by rain,
The sound of water flowing down the lane,
The feel of the fresh evening wind in the terrace deck,
The sight of the star stud sky and moon in the lake.
I guess to spend the rest of my life there,
Free, free is all I got to be,
Dream, dream that no one else could see,
On a place like that my friends,
Life begins, it never ends.
Wish I can listen to my inner concise,
But lost in confusion and total self bliss,
There is a difference between dream and wish.
There is a difference between dream and wish
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