A solitary soul walks under the shades of yellow wood
Wearing the shackles of acquisitive thoughts with dearth of bother wood
The glint of habitation curbs humanity;
And takes us through the roads of eternity
Sky scraping edifices stand high
Cuts the wings of passerine that fly
Embracing arms of swirling waves long for them by side.
When avaricious eyes stared the mother land; The roots get nails and nurtured weeds
The soil started glowing with Malevolence
Flustered mushy paws of wild fled from the street of belligerence
Longed for a benevolent heart full of deed
That looked like a garden full of seed
When the seed started to grow;
It lays a salubrious path to glow
Flourished with bounteous flowers of hope
Spreading the fragrance of philanthropy
Limbs of fairness knocks the door
Quality of togetherness started to roar;
The roaring sound echoes the sky
Indigence fluttered in the breeze as butterfly
Travels to taste the sterling words of authentic mind.

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