The breathe of fresh air
Is what we all need
We all would be coming on a wing and a prayer
If we don't pay the heed
With both the feet on the ground
We all must cry it loud
Life is nothing but a lost and found
Someone lost so that you could found
Everyone is green with envy like a monster
Either it's a person who live in clover
Or the one who keep his head over water
World would be happier without any border
Life has become a dime a dozen
Families have shrunken
Houses got broaden
Our egos have swollen
And emotions have fallen
Priya Jain
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