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THE EUPHORIC PEREGRINATION
The suave gait in the thin, long lanes
Leads to the incredible, remarkable peregrination
Runs--------Soars-----Scales
Heights above the mundane layer
Visualises countries of white clouds
Clouds, clouds everywhere as if tangible
Engineers, doctors, caretakers seated
In the same row
Moving towards the common destination
No differentiation remains
Of race, religion. caste. class. colour
The same flight
Carries myriad, multifarious fates
Who's the tip of the hat, who eats the crust of humility?
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