A specs on the eyes and the life that cries
A stick in the hand, on the drought dry land
Eyes on the clouds, with minds full of doubts
Not a single drop of rain, with the hardships in vein
The government that just consoles, on the weeping eyes Of the restless souls
Pointing fingers and challenged Democracy, but nothing suits to wake up the uninterest authority
Somewhere excess Water takes death and somewhere no water makes A threat
Is it that Life so difficult to live, it seems
As the common man is left with just "HAND FULL OF DREAMS"
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