Scurry my steps, down
Pedestrian walk
Who knows
What lay ahead
In middle of that
Ditch drenched roads
Where vehicles collide
In drunken drive,
Scars mar the tar
In screech of brakes,
Dirt smash the splash
In violent jerk,
States fight their land
As Country bleed,
Countries honk
As poverty strikes,
The crops wilt
In weather tilt
Scurry my steps, down
That Universal path, where
The doves fly, and
Peacocks dance
Lotus bloom
Fluffing the doom;
Joy wafts
In twinkling crest
Unpeel my fear, to
Let my companion read!
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