Going towards left,
That jungle.
But worry not,
We go through it
But towards right.
I am sure
We have no enmity
With the jungle,
Rather, the jungle is
Our friend, intimate one.
We have our own share,
As you see here
And there.
And we are trying hard
To keep control
Our anger.
With patience
And time
We are to measure
Ourselves.
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