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What is life? A mist of the morning dew on the leaf tips, Is it the clouds of the autumn? Or a lamp without oil or a flickering candle. It is like ripples in waters, A gust of wind or a drop from the cloud On the parched land. I guess its a game of hide n seek, Where sorrows seek for joy and if joy is Caught then it has to spy on sorrow. It is a jigsaw puzzle that gets is final shape When the life is ceased to be. Life is a perfect blend of delight and do lour, A mural with all colours, hues and tinges. A book with each page as a door, That turns on the magic hinges. Life is an enigma with secrets concealed, To be discovered each moment and taken by Horns. |
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