Where the F**k the kids will play.

Where the fuck the kids will play.

I resurrect the buildings.

I resurrect the lives of millions if none of the less Gazillions.

I built the sea,  a powerhouse.
A facade to different worlds.

I sometimes feel like a god of my own.

through the passage of concrete buildings,  tall enough 

They talk about the lives of different worshipers.

I build house, not home

of the souls of people looking for vested reasons.

I offer them a pool with fresh water

I called it a sea of their strong beliefs.

Those beliefs to be silently merged 

with me and my own solutions.

I am a builder.
I built this earth and not only this but 

I am aiming high to the galaxies, seen through the  Hubble.

Oh! but hey !!
my offerings come with some price.

price for you to fight for the life.

you see the goodness of fortune and
raising the bar high.

You see a house that secures future if any
but ill-fated treaties I make with you has its own cause.

I the first hand built it to secure me.

I am here to protect my virtue, not just me

but many of them i hired on pennies are

tightly coupled with my location on wifi.

I made many of the lives

selling my fear, scared thoughts.

for I could sleep in peace.

Many serving  my dreams to be sure

I could play nicely on my valiant turf.

with the goals set on the T coupe nicely;
I double the previous score.

I build, I win.

But when I go back with my waving hands 

that my father discovered on a vibrant screen of sonography.

I thought a sudden, where the fuck my foot would roll

standing amid the maze of white and blue
where the hell I would run.

I heard the noise with many worshipers of my tyranny

rhyming the same nightmarish song.

I made the road. The buildings.

The concrete and the galaxies of thousand dreams 

I highly score.

I play on the piles of mercies on dollar notes.

But have I ever imagined

if something I forgot

to build a rubber turf with a seesaw.

A sea once resounding, I saw.

-Krishna Rai 
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