It is time for me to change
I know not at what range?
But I must leave my hometown
In search of some respite
I have long endured the frown
Of them who wear a crown
Exhibit their power
My body, mind and soul burns in search of a shower
Where I cool down
I must move on
Yes the memories of childhood, the streets, the Himalayas, the Mahananda river will haunt me always
But I must keep these sweet memories at bays
To die a one time death
And not one hundred times at any rate.
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