Finally we have taken the land
To build His temple
But the emptiness inside is haunting
We haven't found Rama
Of bridges and floating stones
The satiated hungry for entertainment
While many are dying of thirst
Waiting for Him to bless them with rain
Weary of the effort a day will come
When we will call of the search
Laughing at the futility of it all
He will arrive in search of lost humans
ISupportNAAM
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