Even you don’t know ,Parth
How many times you visited here
Whether a king or on the streets
The mystery you don’t know ,dear
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The child so pretty on the earth,
The body speaks when we are youth
The dotage struggles for survival,
But Death never spare; is the Truth
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A new story begins after we die,
The happiness ;a sudden episode,
The misery and wail dances too
And put us to test in their mode
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Golden days come in childhood,
Sleep is loved ,when we are youth
Experience makes us rich in dotage
Know thyself ,Arjun !This is the
truth
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Life is a beautiful admixture
Of Happiness and woe
The evils also prevail here
For sometimes even Good doth go
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to be continued
Archna Raj
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