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Litterateur

           REDEFINING WORLD

            THIS WORLD IS MY HOME







           Last few centuries,
           I have been proving myself in the vast world.
           I have crossed all the inaccessible paths.
           I am grappling the ground and looking for the address of
           my existence.
           What did this world give me?

           What did the human life gave me?
           What did my country gave me?
           Now I am an adult
           After some days I will be old.
           My bones and muscles will lose its power.
           Now drowsiness flows in my heart.
           Walks silently along the path of the mirage.


           The time has been doubtful.
           The subtle flowers of the heart develop in the autumn
           rage.
           I have dreamed of dew forever.
           Yet in this fleeting life I wanted to throw a permanent
           blade.
           Even today I am bitten on the ground.
           I am looking for the path of struggle for existence in life.
           No, no one will give me anything
           I have to take my own place in this world.










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