Let's go somewhere else,
Which is like an dream place.
Far from peoples & far from city,
A place of fantasy, full of peace.
This is called a city of dreams,
But there’s no time to see any dream.
Everyone is running from here & there,
Like an wind of a storm, which has no aim.
Pressure & tension they only gets,
Even then they showcase, ' look what I have! ! ! '
Dark color water & polluted air,
Wherever you see is garbage & waste.
Hot like fire & cold like ice,
But whenever it rains, it stops all life.
So, let's go somewhere else,
Where only nature is there,
Full of greenery,
And freshness is there.
All I want is a small House,
Between the farm, with a weak wall around,
Where a lazy river & mountain surrounds,
And cold wind & birds always sounds.
Heaven is right there,
in waiting of you all.
So, let's go somewhere else,
And let's get out of this HELL...
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