I want that morning
When all birds happily sing…
I like to smell flower
When wind never blows lower…
I like the flowers to bloom
Carrying coloured petal’s room…
I want such spring full of love
As all sorrows it can rub…
I want to see children laughing,
Want all crop fields keep ploughing.
I like all roses with sweet aroma
Where will never be any trauma.
I want to see my mother India
To be freed from any phobia.
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