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Where morning is new
And so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's go to that place,

Where people are strangers,
And so are we,
Where no one asks our happiness,
Nor care for our grieve,

Where neither priests preach,
Nor kazis do teach,  
Where neither mosques make noise,
Nor temples show-off pride,

Where neither exist caste-creeds',
Poisonous stringers,
No existence of any minister,
Emperor nor beggar,

Where bloomed garden is found,
With heart of man kind,
You be the fragrance of flowers,
I shallbe the gentle wind,
 
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place,
Where day is new and so is its grace,
Oh my lover! Let's fly to that place....."July 4, 2016

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