The newborn gets flooded
So cries to survive
on the lap of mother
But laps no language
However, no wild cry
As mother listens to console
The old close to rest
Weeps for the existence
with a language
But it's a voice in the wilderness
The merrymakers are busy gobbling
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The nation's coffer is dry
with dry tears of people
The journey continues
For the friend's hello
The last goodbye is still away
You're with me, my friend
But seven seas away
Your lotus-eyed glance can see me right away
Again, I say
I repeat
The journey continues
For you to see me.
