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The Final Walk

 You'll never understand,

That the strong winds you blow

Will be taken differently by my land,

But not necessarily the same way by

Different regions.


However strong you rain down,

The rain will be drained away soon,

From my land, that is,

But will it flow out of other lands?


Everyday it's a new season from you,

Which I may take seriously at first

After which it remains behind us

Then all is left is joy and laughter.


But you can't keep doing this

As my land needs a break from your hurricanes,

Blow your storm clouds away,

Let us together forget disarray.


You must understand that,

Until your thunderstorms stop,

Every other religion will decide

To take the final walk away from you.


But should I wait for you to calm?

Well, I'll keep moving on,

But never will I put you away,

Because I know that you will rejoin me

One day.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 5, 2024 at 10:32 PM

    I think you are telling some message to your friend through your words thunder storm. good we can apply to ourselves as what you say is true. Super Shriyandhaa

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