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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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