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There was once a soul , all lonely;
Was passing by the streets of a dingy colony.
It was moving happily all around,
But it was until the truth was found.
The people there ,seemed in a great debt.
The only thing they enjoyed was to regret.
It was all awkward for him,
To see a place so dim.

He started his expedition, 
To find about their weird tradition.
Some were crying over scarcity.
Others were driven towards insanity.
Some spent their lives at crying over money,
While some gave up all their money to find something funny.
Some were running away from people,
Others were running to find a soul to mingle.
Some cried over not having anything,
While some cried over nothing .
Some were dying to live.
While some were living to die.
Seeing this he accepted the tradition , he came across,
Because he no longer found it to be gross.

For the rest , he was always seen upset,
His only business was to regret.
Soon it all came to an end.
He was on the last stage of the mortal trend
He felt his beautiful life was in vain,
As he was regretting over some self created pain.
He could never fill happiness in his life’s silhouette.
Crossing by that street became is last regret.
Someone asked “ what is the thing you learnt from the life you met”
His last words were “ to regret all the time is the biggest regret”.

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