What the Eyes Sees,The Heart Cannot Forget
I was far away from England
Distant from the City of Happiness.
I am deeply buried in this place
Where sadness , hatred and envy were laid.
I knew it's only a house with roofs ,
Posts and bed to rest.
I can't stay to live like this.
My heart is crèached within my chest.
The posts of this house are getting old,
And the lamps too are getting gloomy.
Marital love from a partner hides
The child in this housea is not happy.
It's not always a good morning
All of these are not my choice
No happy Sunday evening
Arguments made a crescendo of noise
I have lost my beloved parents,
Now I'm searching for them.
Shotted doors and arguments
Approached me when I came.
I can still hear the tick of the clock
And before it losts its battery
Faith and hope in my heart knocked
Lost family of mine in a home I can see.
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