'Who is there in the dark sphere? '
The question haunted me
In my sleepy realm,
I waited to get the answer,
All of a sudden.....
A black shadow sprang in front of me,
I began to stammer......
'You.....you....'
He gently said to me,
'Don't be afraid my friend!
I am a dead soul of the dead world,
Today I have come to tell you the eternal truth;
Indeed the dead world is the best of all,
It is absolutely devoid of
Fear, anxiety, jealousy and hypocrisy of the living world.....
You must know.'
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