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Oh creator!
whoever you are, whatever you are,
since you create, i have a small request
if i am born again
with a different name, different appearance
let me also be a little different from what i am
let me have the courage to do things my way
against all commitments and odds
most importantly make my tongue slightly blunt
for its too sharp, it has made my love bleed
let me be a little selfish, and do things just for me and mine
whatever i have lost and failed today,
let me win and be forgiven by my beloved
let my soul rest!
Srita Sri
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