People worked hard
Day in and out,
In America, to make a living
With dreams only,
To be rich oneday,
The ones who are rich,
Only a stomachful,
Like everyones in the world,
One in ten criminals,
For getting very rich,
Or to take care of
Their suppressed hatred,
A field of emotions uncontrolled
It shone only because
Of the businesses
It carried out for most
Parts of the world,
An amercan is unaware
Of the peace, tranquility
Of the human minds,
Elsewhere, only
With swollen pride
Of cars, sky scrapers
Which are of no consequence,
In a world where we have
To search for happiness,
Peace elsewhere,
Perhaps in the east of world.
Ravikiran Arakkal
RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
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