Happiness is expensive here
In the foreign land.
Consolidated alien eyes
Dazzled with reflecting sun
Which strikes the sand.
Along with the rising Sun
Heading to the cultivated dream
Struggle to nourish a life
Where the hectic routine is
waiting for the weekend
To invigorate the energy
A crazy dream to survive.
Morning comes to knock at the door
Inviting his absurd
Brown sand heralds
To testify the endurance
Of: hope.
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