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Coloured Wall 

Since last week in my vision I see a wall 
Sometimes red in colour sometimes in blue 
And taller than the men and women gathered 
Near its base and try to oversee something eagerly;

Taller men and women are on their toes 
And shorter put their eyes on the holes 
Green grasses and here and there some bushes 
At first look this part of the world appear 
But for them close look holds something else;

They would never mind if they see playing squirrels 
Or the trumpeting elephants or a roaring lions 
At least grazing horses or the fanfare of monkeys 
But they clearly see where they have to reach 
The points they have to touch, the goals they have to achieve; 

Meaning of life though appears bright but it remains flat 
Courage is on the run and on the golden wings of rays
 Hope is taking a nap like a little baby along with confidence; 

So far so nice as everything could be brought back right 
But what could be done to the resistance 
Blowing, flowing in the stream of the water-less river?
The music of weakness that is heard 
In different tones and tunes without harmonium
And the naked and ugly dance of obstacles that is seen 
Where is the button to stop or where is the curtain to raise?

  If there is a will there is a way you may heard this 
Now they recall these sayings in faith in the wind.

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