“There are many pains in the world, other than the pain of love.” As said by Faiz Ahmad Faiz.
A place calls my name
I hear it far in the distance
Standing in the rain
Soaked through with pain
The tree that became my umbrella
Gave me golden delights
Its succulent bites carry my heart
My breath has its fragrance
For the soil is my mother land
The brooks take me down memory lane
Where my roots are deep and far
Where my blood is rich red
I search for me in
A new vista filled with facades
Where the heart is sold for gold
The face is valued more than virtue
Where numbers are prized
More than a good soul
Kindness seen as weakness
Truth is a lie, and a lie is the truth
Yes, there are many pains in the world
Other than the pain of love
For life must give a taste of variety
To have an abundance of sentiments
Heartaches to harmony
Celebrations to disappointments
To enrich you from within
And carry you to places you never knew
Sentimental Journeys 
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