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POETRY IS LIKE LOVE

The twinkling lights stand astray on our heads 

While we try to study on the floor bare

Such dedication they say but we owe no other claim

The only thought that goes in my mind; 

I could be the child to raise the village immortal 

I could be the saviour of all the dying cattle

Gather in technology from the outside world midst no mere education available to us

I could be the all time working light on the heads, a full moon on the days of pure darkness 

I could rescue the souls of the abandoned kids who have no home, no bliss

I could build a life outside the curtailment, let our queens hail as they should 

I could indeed be the one to continue the building block of our falling world 

Then again reality structs my head, i sit among the choices ahead 

One to overthink yet do no good, but i choose the one less travelled by 

I give my all to others none and to success my voice echoes.

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