I am about to take rest
The sun sets in the west
The sandy beach becomes bed
and my goblet fills with wine in red
often I think where am I going
because I don't know what I am doing
somebody pushes me to the wall
someone rescues from that hell
Hell and heaven are the same
they have two different name
but both are same in all sense
when our feeling are inside the fence
no one is here to guide me
and I am not ready listening any one
Life goes on like baby's wrist
that's where lies the life's twist
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