I know not
What is hell
Yet, you said
I am en route
To hell.
But I know
Where my mother is there,
Where I am free to talk
With my mother tongue,
Where production of crops
Are plenty as produce
I salute my mother land
And I treat it the best place
To live in on this earth.
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