Poetry is the gateway of feelings,
Feelings once suffered go worse,
Worse is not to feel in life,
Life is a chord with knots of feelings.
Life's turned to be mimicry,
Mimicry is nothing but imitation,
Imitation loses one's genuineness,
Genuineness alone builds one's personality.
Pleasures can never be treasures,
Treasures are found in deep heart,
Heart's life a furnace to glows,
Glows of trials forge one's life.
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