Each of us has his own need,
As long as one breathes,
The want never leaves,
As does the shadow indeed.
Some sacrifice their dreams,
Fulfilling the need of the progenies,
Yet others don't seem to know what the want is,
The extremely dejected one screams.
Life like the earth is ever busy, blind and dumb,
Doesn't bother about anyone, continues to be numb.
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