I am refugee here
With no shelter or roof to go anywhere
Yet it is nice place
If find no place in such case
Lovely people and lovely scene
Crowded more but nicely seen
Hand in hand with show of attachment
It is this place where you find movement
Temples, churches, and mosques
Have shown good teaching with divine traces
I hear their name in early morning
Sun comes up then with more shining
It is rightly said and observed
Humanity is nice cause to be served
If people are fed with your own hand
No satisfaction of such nature can be found on land
Neither It is our dreamland
Nor for any one “a holy land
It is land for us to live
Pray his name and truthfully believe
Pain may be experienced less
And shine may be reflected on face
If you can wipe out little tears
Life may be full of joy and without any fear
When I was born
Hands were just open
When I will depart
Hands may remain open and apart
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