Each of us is singular,
Meaning- we all are unique,
Yet an unavoidable force,
Constantly guides us to be spectacular.
Agreed we don't look the same,
Yet souls of ours can be alike,
If blood groups on occasion can match,
Why should the souls then have a problem?
Thus ‘singularity within singularity' is a secluded star,
Enveloped we all are inside Wordsworth's ‘Mother Nature'.
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