with a hope
with a pain
with nothing but a gullible mind
I decided to leave the home and chase my dream.
without any result
without any gain
without any reason to be here
I decided to go back home and leave from here
one decade
120 moths
countless days and nights
passed away with nothing in light.
India or china
heaven or hell
with no place to be called one's own
I am tired of being a refugee.
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