Oh life, why this disparity on us?
Right at the window, i sat
Gazing at the other side
Where heaven tickles the cloud to tears
With none presence of thorny
Neither the belly craving for food
But filled of honey taste
As an earthly heaven, we can name it
Where only a handful exist,
But this side i exist, is that taste of tom-tom
With harsh scorching solar, draining the well deep
For the hands to fetch coloured papers
This i mean- the heads must held onerous jobs to feed
And hiking hard to earn a penny
With no marks of laugh, a liquid fire
Wondering why majority exist at this side
Why not board on the honey taste of the other side
Where the gold spoon swims in a water filled pool
While we swim at large, a less filled pool
But resentful we might feel, we are the pillars
For if we seize to exist, there will be no other side
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