| Inside a stagnated seed, Contained in a pot unseen, Flows a milky liquid;through A tapered end of a pipeline. Metamorphosis at the meeting point, A foetus develops into an offspring, Thrown at the expiration of time; Into the dangerous world of sorrow and unhappiness. |
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| A cry of arrival heralds to the stale Happy they've added a new sorrow into it. Grown with every passing day, With a strong success belief holds in his vanguard, Running after his beliefs,like as to A shadow,never meets them |
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| They are a distance apart, Like parallel lines, They never meet. And his dreams die with him As he gives up the ghost. To emerge in the greater beyond. |
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