River flows
Grass grows
Dog barks
Birds chirp
People speak
Here which comes That goes
Who gives that receives
Night goes, day comes
Day goes, night comes
One die other born
One born other die
Between two gates of life
One in real
Here, Each face imagines
Itself to be the centre
Trapped into the net of words
Here, everyone thinks itself
To be someone distinct & separate
Yet the river flows
The grass grows
Dog barks
Birds chirp
People speak...
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