Nomadic Indians
People are becoming a tribe of nomadic
Who emigrate and become fanatic,
Hoping they will get a peaceful haven,
They have become completely raven,
Wishing for a cozy Lifestyle and future,
And a mere supreme and good exposure,
Which is quite subtle and miniature,
They forgot their own great culture,
The people go through the immigration,
Either for job, business or education
Hope they foresee the goodness of our nation
And make this their lifelong destination.
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