The country of my dream,
is not the one in which I live
The silent roads at night,
speak about some plight
Dreams of mishappening here and there,
haunts everybody's mind
We are insecure in our own homes,
and there is no ray of hope
The jealousy, hatred and greed in everyone's life,
are all the reason for daily crimes
The arguments and fight between people,
is the need to boost their ego and materialistic pleasure
People are living without their inner soul,
money is now their only goal
The relationships are now only for a motive,
It becomes too late until others realize and notice
No miracles happen these days,
the stories of God that we listen and read,
Sounds so fiction and fake
What left is only a bit of hate
We are waiting for the morning,
when the birds will start singing
There will be a smile on everybody's face,
In their every word, there would be only praise
The trust and love will be around,
Noone will be stranger in this whole crowd
The day we will treat the whole world as a family,
is when we will live gladly
The inner soul of people has to wake up,
the heart and mind needs a make up
In this century, God is still within us
who can come out in our lives with our trust
The country in which I live,
can then become the country of my dreams
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