Let's go, cast glance
At last, born glee runs
Life full of likes or dislikes
Can't be assertained.
Deeming duty on time
when to be performed.
Let's go, look at nicely arranged life.
praise of light hanging
Makes all stunned,
Smiling worn in the morn
Gets pale acute.
In the abyss of despair
Hope generates hope of bright life.
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