Where the rights, bliss and voice not uneven
The beauties of terrain verbalize equally
To fortify celestial and mental health;
The thoughts are free, festive and frame of mind
To deal normal series of life,
This is our choice we wait on to survive.
It was dark, dicey and mucky
We walked night and day to brawl
For toggling tavern to play hasty role.
Men, women, children and even alone
To take blood in crawling, they burnt
Bushes, hedges, houses and roofs
Every where their tracks moved on
And all these rubble were bested at last
To find a set to endure with past.
Our pick to see and budge with patience
Daunted with chorus to mourn or glee
To have eternal idyllic peace.
Like the cute voice in the daze of a child
Have down pat on provoking.
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