The world is enemy of me.
Take me to the place you live.
I will walk through out.
Won't mind whatever miles,
Make me your follower.
The only reason I see back
Is just to check
Chemistry of our foot prints.
Who does like to live?
I am mad about living with you.
No walks I walked behind
But I love identity of a man
Who walked in hands with you.
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