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A world within a world 
Both are virtually real 
In between them is only a high wall 
Sometimes blue, sometimes white 
Though it is straight yet it has a beautiful curve 
From far, it is truly transparent
Closer, it gets opaque 
So, to see through one is needed some holes 
Round for some triangular for few 
What is seen in the morning?
Is there any difference in the afternoon?
They are all the same all the time 
The naked and ugly dance 
But where are the monkeys or squirrels?
Neither are seen the shadows 
Is there any mistake? 
Or an illusion has crept in?
I shake my leg instead of my head 
Immediately felt I am all right 
They are nothing but my obstacles 
Pot holes in the way I tread
I keep looking but hear a sound 
Sweeping, hissing or something like silent blowing 
But I do not see any leaf to move 
So, I am sure that this is not the sound of a wind
I twitch my ear and get all the attention of my mind 
Soon I realise I am in conversation with my weakness 
Courageous I become seeing upon hope 
On the golden wings of rays 
Crystal clear I see now my goal in the waves of an echo 
Beckoning me to the place where I need to reach 
Points to score, height to touch 
Delighted I feel and a sensation I get 
Yet I fear 
The river of resistance may come into my way 
I jump and hear a voice 
The voice of my will 
And that tells me to make all efforts to take my first step 
Light, camera and action for films 
But here is only few blooming words  
And I get the flower of my success.

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