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7/29/2020 5:46:56 AM

Mohammad Ahmed Ansari
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While sipping the brew from the bottle

The world is just a big bubble

Where the law is always denied

For the people, I am a drunkard on the roadside

As the sun rays leaks from the canopy

I can hear the birds chirp happily

As I throw grains on the canopy

I can hear the birds cry hastily

As one start to eat casually

I can hear the others cry angrily

As they fight each other craftily

I can hear the grains fall rapidly

As they fight each other for one

They don’t care when they have lost some

If they had shared with everyone

Than their loss would have been none

While sipping the brew from the bottle

My mind runs in full throttle

As I got lost in my joyride

For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside

As I was pulled from hallucination

There are people making noise in frustration

They talk for the change with minds in hesitation

They talk for the others with hearts in division

They fight for their god, they fight for their religion

They fight for their language, they fight for their region

They lie as they search for salvation

They cry as they mend their relations

They pry as they ask for a donation

They smile as they think of the accusation

Pointing fingers on me, as they talk for their nation

There is some complaining about their life

There are some stress from their child and wife

As their hearts are placed on a knife

They have still not forgotten to strive

While sipping the brew from the bottle

Life is full of struggle

Where your existence can be denied

For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside

The moon hung in the sky of night

Can you find the place of dark and bright?

Just like the hearts in black and white

Can you feel their will? Can you feel their might?

Every day I see many who die

Every day I see many who cry

The world is a journey where you live and try

You try to struggle you try to fly

Who will be the eagle or a mayfly?

Let see who will shout banzai (shouting cheerfully in Japanese)

While sipping the brew from the bottle

I lost in the dream of mortals

Where I will never know about misguide

For people, I am a drunkard on the roadside

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