I was pondering where in world should I roam,
When my eyes witnessed the flames of my home
So i smelled the burning woods,
Caused by the demons in the hoods
I saw my loved ones in pain,
All their belongings went in vain.
The blood on walls is crying for a wash,
And is still kissing the burning dark ash.
Long way still you have to go
Hold your book and let it go
All this pain will be washed away
And you will find your success sway
Since you have experienced a lot of pain,
One day all this will receive heavenly rain.
The burning house you see with fearful colours
Soon Will bloom with beautiful flowers.
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