Drudgery it is, the iron walls and concrete blocks,
Land of broken hearts and mended locks.
Narrow road with people crowded,
But beware, in deceit shrouded.
Service is at beck and call,
But no one there to take your fall.
You look around for that oasis, which will lift the burden,
That Promised Land, the Garden of Eden.
Chances sink and so do your shoulders,
Small pebbles seem like boulders.
And just like that, a moment of magic,
You visit the mind and world doesn’t feel so tragic.
With eyes shut, I see again.
The sweet smell of mud, at first rain.
The green meadows, countryside and empty space,
Just the thought of you takes me to that special place.