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Caught in a vicious circle,
In the circle of life
Like sands that dance to the tune of winds
Often we go, with the known
Caught in a vicious circle,
That brings mundane challenges at work, pains of love,
Expectations that kills, money that chases,
Dreams of future sacrificed for nothing
Caught in the vicious circle,
Spending each day without living
Ignoring the travel in search of destiny
Forgetting the very essence of living for the immaterial
Like immortals we live, like we have time forever
Missing the life as we grow,
Two things I notice as I sit here, by my window again
The beauty and wonders everywhere
On my left I see the serene beauty
Knowing what they are for,
On my right are the great human minds,
The perfect creation of the unknown!
What an inspiration to live,
To admire and to feel the true presence
Loving the one outside, worth an experience
There we are, not in the vicious circle again!
Srita Sri
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