All Dead - Poem by Gajanan Mishra
Al dead, I know, due to friction with one another
It is their violent passion that burn them
Their knowledge with Truth silently went westward
With all nectar and they are not with them, reason is fear.
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Alas, we are dying every moment only for our ignorance.
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