On that day I was sitting on ground
Staring at butterflies flying around
Yeah I was in a perfect serene place
The place was full of peace and grace
The pond was filled with water so clear
I was afraid lest I make it dirty by going near
The grass was soft and green
It was a beautiful place unseen
I could hear some distant voices
Coming from some eternal sources
I wondered why nobody was around
Was I in heaven or earth, living or dead?
Why are the voices coming from so far?
Why has this place given way to scream?
May be I was asleep or was seeing a dream
Suddenly I had regained the bliss
Wondering yet, what was that thing amiss?
Slowly I am loosing that memory
I can recall only the beauty and serenity
Yeah we human beings are convenient
Perhaps I can not explain as matter of fact
We forget the bad and only good remains
I am glad that this amnesia sustains
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