I look at the stars shining above
I stumble, fall and broke up
Thoughts of me hold me back
Though I persist without turning back

Faster than the plane my thoughts fly
With speed, power and determination I ran
I ran like a missile ready to explode
Like a commet from other planet I shift

Along the way the trees breaks
The trees falls
Oh! I am the power behind the wind

Without coin in my pocket I travel
Without passport in my bag I touch India
With only hope in my veins
Writco comfort me

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