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Victory, be not proud!
Had I not lost, you couldn't have won,
If I were not there, life wouldn't be fun,
It is amazing, why I am being shunned?
Twin sister, why I am being gunned?
Without sorrow, you know not the joys,
In man's life these are two toys,
When we behave as wanton boys,
To guide our way, the other He ploys.
The sum total of the Truth is ONE,
It is half plus half which makes one,
Without me, half truth is known,
In my absence you feel alone.
All through life we make noise,
Gita's message is to equipoise.
C. P. Sharma
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