I come from that world,
Where the Sun never shines,
And nights are days.
Unlike those faded flashes,
In your chamelonic skies,
My dense skies,
Are always around me.
When your world
Longs for the morning,
My world is firm,
It never waits for,
The thing to motley.
Forests in my world,
Are not forbidden.
Unlike those in your world,
They are free from those thick
Leaves and wild monsters.
When your world shivers,
Inside those thick forests,
My world is dauntless,
And the things are usually
Calm and equanimous.
Rivers of my world,
Aren’t dammed.
They never change their path.
When your rivers,
Constantly knock the dyke gates;
My rivers kiss that endless sea,
And shine crimson,
Under that infinite dark sky.
My world doesn’t fear,
The burning of hamlets.
Nor does it suffer,
From the wrath of wars.
When your world lives in the
Phases of cold wars,
My world relaxes and puffs,
That napalm hookah,
Which created itself long back.
My world is much better,
Than yours
For we never fear the end…..
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