My Dream World India

I have a wonderful home
I have a great lovable mother
and great language,
To express all of my feelings
I have neighborhood to
exchange my views
in my own language
My wise and lovable
father nearer to me
to teach how to behave
and so on;
My friends are always
around me to make me happy

America is the place where
I can only earn dollars
I will be alone and treated
by them as stranger
even though America is a
democratic country
I cannot move free as in my country
because where there shooting
occurs often
I cannot live scared
of strangers
Dollars cannot give happiness
as my parents
as if my own country
I do not want to dream
to fly to America;
my dream must not
beyond India;