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What's the use of this life?
I think and drown myself into solitude.The stream of my thought flows always.But, two thoughts never meet.They run
together.One is full of optimism.The other is pessimistic.I'm torn between these two.

Mother

Her eyes are blank, Clothes torn, ragged & patched Beauty has taken renunciation long past; She has no rank,

Mask

When I needed a healing touch, I found no one around, I knew to grow what got was much. I fought to prove me sound.

Home

I take a walk everyday, To reach my Destination. But I can't get to it anytime, It gets away from my vision.

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