With the Inauguration of restlessness,
Sometimes losing your whole self,
With the urge to belong;
With the interceptions of conversations,
Losing the art of listening,
losing the wisdom of
Keeping your ears open
And your mouth closed,
With the urge to belong;
Trying the things that you
Never tried,
Which you shouldn't have tried,
With the urge to belong;
Beginning with the criticism of your
Fellow being,
Never sensing the evil being done
By the display of superiority,
With the urge to belong,
Inviting the creators of solitude
With the warmest hugs,
With the best improvements of your virtues
Within your walls, your system,
And, rolling your world
Within your walls, over the world outside,
Starts the genuineness of the belonging.
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