Life took its seed of path alone with a crying tone,
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Walked up with the power of gifted bone,
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Stumbled upon an unwanted stone....and then, , , , , , , , ,
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A lending hand and nothing to say...... a best friend....
.........................................for life's every bend! ! ! !
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Thought to walk with the friend till the world's end........
..........................shared every dawn to dusk.....
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waded along any texture.......but planned against nature....'Sorry to marry'
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Alas! ! one day one heard a name and other another.....and there changed the game.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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