Something I got
Something I lost
Secretly I cried a lot
Thinking about what I had lost.
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I turn pages after pages
With the help of the tip of my fingers
In the hectic parlays, somewhere
I lose the page
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Though I do not like
Words and alphabets
But I like to read books
So when I was once reading
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No one has told me
Till I reached at this corner
Of this road that the meaning
Of life is in protest against
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From morning to till night,
How many love is lost?
How many guns are shot?
How much tears is wasted?
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