mere desh me/ in my country

with my mind and keys what should i write,
may God bring in it a wonderful smile,
that everyone who reads it feel a like,
in my country a mix of cultures,
the UPA is so called an alliance,
is trying to play on a mix of ground,
the tidy and spoiled but looked upon by several eyes,
all watchful about the next action filled with airs,
the air of east and west both blowing opposite sides,
will this bring the fragrance of relief or bring the dusty drives,
all shadowed, what is behind is the weighting game of all sides,
let's not go into it and leave the mind on a hill side,
to take the coolness of that God's free style,
to fill the mind and heart with bumpy drives,
to clean the heart in the full moon sky,
to celebrate the life with all beautiful size,
because it's nothing but the leadership of time,
and time alone will survive and unfold the good bad times,
because time that we spent in relaxing and filling souls with rhymes and hymens,
will take the say to the mighty and bring with the relief and energy of thy,
that thy will send many packages of relief and happiness to keep us alive.