Are the streets looking deserted
Or are you the only cynic around
Has the city become simply derelict
Or you only are lurking behind
Have winds gone drop dead
Or you only are deprived of it
But aye, winds are of no nation
Cant restrict to certain a station
So dont cremate your own winds
Let the soul roam around, in its own aroma
Let the zomby thoughts be left behind
Hey, nothing is impossible , unattainable
You aint a nepolian , but certainly you are able
So plunge in the problems , swim hard
The victory is just a shore away....
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