One morning in the bloomy days,
Among the glaring golden rays,
I passed through a field,
So strange yet heavenly wild,
...
Life's a lot like a wine
Both so far taste fine,
but quite I hasted while I tasted,
Thus,
...
Street dogs stray dogs!
Barking, wandering, weeping,
Wallowing, roadside sleeping,
Some running in rapture
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Just when i was going to forsake it.
A Voice whispered in my ears-
"Don't be dejected,
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We carry on faces
scars of mortality,
and In eyes
reflection of our souls,
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O passer-by!
To where your hasty feet intend,
where is thy abode?
where is thy land?
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