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The green road ahead

Doped with Wind Striking Gold People feeling for People An unending stream of Tears Mysterious pain is felt through swollen Eyes Sun's unsure, who's he lighting up People unsure, what's dwelling up Everyone begging for a Cure, craving for Mercy Too much of burden for I, Me and Myself Freedom is their Birth right, why shouldn't they have it? They want to soar out for Money Want to Romance their Honey. Worried for their little Bed and Blanket Laying with fist, grabbing the warmth beneath Is it a Dream or desperation of mine But what could I do I saw a high headed drove Sedan A naked kid hustling with a burnt tyre Our Fathers want us to achieve riches Make our own niche Never whisper about gruesome World Never scold us to discover the inequity of Life I feel estranged with burden of kindness I see no one on the front It's a lush Green Mile ahead of me That door of Sedan will never open The naked Kid will go on with his drill A Hand of God or an Epidemic looms in far-sight Those closed Doors are locked Bars The Keys are beneath their little Beds I can watch Sun and Moon Sea-Sawing On second thoughts can walk that Green Mile Atleast I am out in the Open Hoping against the hope It's between my conscience and Science of life I don't know, I am stuck or standing But I have seized that Green Mile for sure.

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