One memory comes to my vision
When I close my eyes
I see too different land from those
I have been before

I am walking in the street
Suddenly feel touch
I look around and see smile faces

I go to see the Qutab Minar
And I become a star
People take photos with me
They smile
I smile

I come out of the gate
Poor children run to me begging money
They look strong
And my pockets become empty

The music rings in the ears
I feel like I fly
Free from everything
I smile

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