What a place it is,
People feel the peace,
The whole body is inflamed,
Keel joints are jammed,
...
The feet are nailed,
To stay on a spot,
The roots sprout,
Firmly to retrospect,
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The Voice of the mind speaks,
What it sees, feels and hears,
The voice unheard to the outsiders,
But very audible to the owners,
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The proverb says,
You reap what you sow,
But I have reaped the truth,
When I buried the lies,
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If I have no fear of mortgage,
I can keep my head high,
To ask these oppressors a few,
Worthy questions to seek,
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The world is comfortable,
with young and the laughter,
Seduced by colorful flowers,
Sprayed with nostalgic attars,
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Don’t try to change someone,
As someone can’t change anyone,
for everyone assume that they are someone,
No one has ever changed anyone.
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The florists in the scentless shops,
Selling flowers in the bouquets of stalks,
Origin of these blooms really unknown,
All look the same with same and mutated genes,
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Heart, be calm,
The one you expect,
Will come back,
Wearing of armors,
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The greens of land,
Four seasoned and broad,
Inhabitant sparse,
Cows silently graze,
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