“Art is artificial” the sentence read
I thought over words and felt dead
It took away all my energy
I felt self disgrace and pity
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My self
Do I have the strength to take on my self?
Question so deep like sea shelf
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We are cutting branch of tree
That is not independent and free
It is line of our survival
Yet we consider it as natural
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Lord is kind and sympathetic
We only make it worst and pathetic
Blessings are always there for us all
Only spare little time for his prayer and call
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It pays hardly in time
But clicks all the times
It may not be as per wish
But it has fine finish
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It was only yesterday
I had thought of it full day
Had given also considerable time
As I was not to miss it second time
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Oh my lovely dream and heart
To feel for others is lovely art
It comes from within with real touch
I too feel same as such
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It always fascinated
When idea about it originated
I was not prepared for any kind of relation
But at the same time it was giving excitation
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When will it happen?
Hell to turn into heaven
For people to dream
And turn for peace in turn
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